Lalita Diaz
Gasping at the illusions of my own making Waves of rapturous gratitude punctuated with blindfolded terror Lost in a world of what if’s and what now’s Finding slivers of solace in fresh-start fantasies and full-bodied breaths In an endless maze of mirrors, the past reflects all around me As the present moment calls… And now,…
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wondrously full and empty miraculously here and absent the mud of my stuckness is inching up my thighs what an interesting way to live, wading in thickness nowhere to go, but in so many stories I could weave to explain it but for now I just stay with it and choose to believe it is…
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Bali is where I go to rejuvenate. The place where my spiritual practice deepens while I’m surrounded by beloved teachers and fellow practitioners who are devoted to living authentically, in alignment with nature, and being of service to others. Ubud, a small town in Bali, is the yogi’s paradise. Organic juice delivered to your doorstep…
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It’s in total awe that I begin to unravel this last year’s learning for you … and for me. This piece of writing in itself is one of my most potent, spiritual practices. And I am proud to say this is my fifth year. I can practically taste the words coming forth each December. And…
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The everything knows what it wants It splices the frames…reeling our minds…love, fear, void, death LOVE, FEAR, VOID, DEATH frames running fast into a blur of everything so fast, so fast the beautiful blur of everything why must we slow it … why examine it … or wrap a protective story around it? each frame,…
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When you feel the world you want to create within reach … When you sense there is something you must dive into deeper than you’ve ever dared before … And yet the story of what is missing is glaring through you with envious eyes … They warn you not to sabotage yourself … Do you…
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I want to break out Let the cocoon shatter and I’ll fly inward to the depths of the darkness of truth It isn’t enough to “want it,” and trying is counterproductive Cynical lazy teachers, cynical lazy students I’m finding the crystallized core in each particle of wretched thought Watching the tsunami of chemicals flood my…
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Have you suffered enough? Not until you know the suffering is real And you are not Sensation is the only vehicle for the tremor of life, which is creating you through pain and pleasure, until you can’t feel the difference Train me, hold me Relax and blast each layer with precision and indifference Trust that…
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