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Love is blind. Love of money is blind. Greed and money make people forfeit the quiddity of life, banish them from what is essential and alienate them from themselves. They lose their identity and become drifting exiles. ( "Money rocking and rolling" )

Posted 4 months ago

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The ordinary are here to fit into the world

The ordinary are here to fit into the world
Posted 4 months ago

The only passion that guides me is for the truth... I look at everything fr

The only passion that guides me is for the truth... I look at everything from this point of view.
Posted 3 months, 4 weeks ago

If it was up to me, I would just wear jeans and t-shirts, even to red carpe

If it was up to me, I would just wear jeans and t-shirts, even to red carpets, but then no one would photograph me, so that would make me very sad. So you know, I've gotta keep up with the rest of the female population and sometimes try a little harder.
Posted 3 months, 4 weeks ago

See if you can approach your own practice with a healthy combination of min

See if you can approach your own practice with a healthy combination of mindfulness, playfulness, precision, and curiosity
Posted 3 months, 4 weeks ago

You were chasing stones forever, forgetting the diamond within you

You were chasing stones forever, forgetting the diamond within you
Posted 4 months ago

I considered him and felt the now familiar crush of emotions weighing on me

I considered him and felt the now familiar crush of emotions weighing on me, begging me to cave in and fall into his strong arms.I pushed back with every ounce of energy I had left. Every time I trusted someone, I got hurt. Every time I let go, I was let
Posted 4 months ago

I had refused Emerson's well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his effort

I had refused Emerson's well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take.
Posted 4 months ago

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. W

The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.
Posted 4 months ago

We are the flowers that make up the Creator's vast and beautiful garden.

We are the flowers that make up the Creator's vast and beautiful garden.
Posted 4 months ago

I don't think about risks much. I just do what I want to do. If you gotta g

I don't think about risks much. I just do what I want to do. If you gotta go you gotta go.
Posted 3 months, 4 weeks ago

The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelmi

The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.
Posted 4 months ago

The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.

The portrait of my parents is a complicated one, but lovingly drawn.
Posted 3 months, 4 weeks ago