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Higher journeys has a new home. point your browsers to higherjourneys.com! Sunday, May 27, 2012. Meditation - Gateway to Alternate Realities? We’ve heard it said before: There are many paths but only one destination. And of course there are numerous adaptations of this phrase. But what if there are indeed multiple destinations or more aptly realities. And what if we could use meditation as a gateway to explore the uncharted terrain of multidimensionality? I’ve called these excursions. Into another realit...

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States of Being: Tales of the vine

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Friday, August 15, 2008. Tales of the vine. I don’t have much to say. Just a few arguments. As to the nature. Of love and fear,. Prana and demons,. Light and shadow,. You can have one. Without the other;. Keep the fence intact -. Mazes breathe their cantos. Into the swirling mesh. There is a place within. My heart unencumbered;. To a home beyond. Posted by Melissa @ 8:30 PM. I like some of your poems. Do you mind if I publish one or two on my blog? Cool, thank you.

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States of Being: Lotusland

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Monday, February 07, 2011. Where i can repose. And no one’s clamoring. And no one cares. And no one knows. Not to save the world. Look at a dead face. Not to look at. I need to know them better. Not to listen to the crap. From the tv set. Just where is it. Past the rose gardens. And the city halls. And the meeting rooms. Made up their minds. Ain’t on their agenda. That’s for damn sure. If someone needs me. Tell them I’m busy. Posted by Melissa @ 9:39 PM.

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States of Being: August 2003

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Saturday, August 30, 2003. Death is a poem. Struggling to seize words. Rooted in the final image. Of the heart’s eye. A scattered vibrato,. Dripping down the page. Over the plains;. Into the rainless sand. Artifacts, dry as bones -. Full of the emptiness. That stretches between stars;. Among the stones;. Hear a withered sigh. Inching across the ground. They will not know. How the verse ends. Posted by Melissa @ 7:37 PM. Saturday, August 02, 2003. Wondering who had ...

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States of Being: September 2002

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Monday, September 30, 2002. Caught in the rain. The first few drops. Warned me to turn back. But the dogs were pulling. First walk in a week. I heard the remote booms. First chance to cut back. Slipped past even though. More drips were coming. The dogs kept surging. And I just followed. It had been a wet day. Then a few tears tapped. From an underground spring. Flowing up through an afternoon. The first wave rolled in and. Under a stranger’s carport. In a word, no.

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States of Being: October 2002

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Monday, October 28, 2002. It started slowly,. Of jewel-tone reverie,. While hearts leaned awry. A bird within a cage,. Was struggling against;. In a jasmine vine. By the soft furor. Of a desperate retreat,. Pinched by a noose. Of braided gossamer,. A flickering disguise,. The veil lifted for. An instant - feathered. She hurtled upward;. Posted by Melissa @ 6:27 PM. Across wooden planks,. Concealed in high limbs;. From rustling birch;. And water’s idling murk. They ...

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States of Being: June 2002

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Saturday, June 22, 2002. Past caring how others judge me. I have lately arrived at a place where. Scalpel must trace the delicate line. Through this onerous will and slash away. That which is excessive and indistinct. It is not impeccable beauty being sought. But quintessence of image placed before. The consummate goal of desire and rage. Cosmetic surgery of the soul? An absence of, a nip and tuck, brain-liposuction;. A world without scars, before trust became.

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States of Being: Life is All

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Tuesday, January 31, 2012. Super-realism pervades all essences. It’s the image sought for the. Image’s sake. Tonight it is. The forgotten sentiment,. Its ease in growing until. An impotent nostalgia builds. Until the soul flares dangerously,. Unable to shake the hopeless sense. Lost people sigh and the found ones crow. No other way to consider it tonight. The surreality of ultra-joy. Renders all dreams fulfilled, thus null. Death comes and life is all. Unanswerable...

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States of Being: Blackbird

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Saturday, April 04, 2009. Sitting in the pine straw. Under the watchful gaze. Of the bob-tailed cat,. The baby waited its fate. To live or die by parents’ succor. Or the claw’s honed grip. The suspense was too much. So I scooped it up as. It pecked my fingers instinctively. And carried the ruffled bird inside. To nestle in a shoe box. With its sibling similarly. Gathered earlier in the day;. Fed buttermilk and bread. Until it stopped showing. Only one was alive.

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States of Being: December 2002

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Poetry about the vagaries of existence. Sunday, December 15, 2002. The path of small steps. Ushered into the darkness of corners,. Piled deeply with things forgotten;. Gathered for purposes hidden. Beneath the obscurity of dust. Saved for later,. To become a burden of possibility;. A reality parallel to the one lived -. The should have been. Yet another year has passed. To lay with all the others;. Strewn across the travailed road. Waiting for the caress of memory. To resurrect the details,. Posted by Me...