Posts Tagged: compassion
05.04
It’s like a spot, a fixed spot in the middle of everything. Once you discover it you can never forget. It’s there for you every time you look for it. It’s life, it’s the source of what we are, said
05.04
It’s like a spot, a fixed spot in the middle of everything. Once you discover it you can never forget. It’s there for you every time you look for it. It’s life, it’s the source of what we are, said
05.03
How’s falling? Were you scared? No, I was relieved. I did not have to hold on anymore. By the time I woke up I was free. My head did not hurt anymore and I could see things with more
05.03
How’s falling? Were you scared? No, I was relieved. I did not have to hold on anymore. By the time I woke up I was free. My head did not hurt anymore and I could see things with more
05.02
Julia, Gaia and Kristen laughed for hours. Julia wanted to tell them what she saw but Gaia was too eager to tell her how much she missed her that she could not complete a single sentence. Only when Julia
05.02
Julia, Gaia and Kristen laughed for hours. Julia wanted to tell them what she saw but Gaia was too eager to tell her how much she missed her that she could not complete a single sentence. Only when Julia
04.97
In the world without her, Julia saw the flow of life, heard its whisper. She was there and she wasn’t anywhere and both her presence and her absence were true. She had to return home, she had to tell Gaia
04.91
It took hours, orange juice and Kristen’s waffles to console Gaia. Something’s happened to Julia, she said but was not able to say more or how she knew it. When she eventually sat to eat she knew that Julia
04.91
It took hours, orange juice and Kristen’s waffles to console Gaia. Something’s happened to Julia, she said but was not able to say more or how she knew it. When she eventually sat to eat she knew that Julia
04.88
On the island of Miyake five men are meditating, their eyes fixed on the Izu Islands. A tiny man with knotty hands guides their thoughts and bodies with few, gentle words. A kid enters the terrace, his voice a
04.88
On the island of Miyake five men are meditating, their eyes fixed on the Izu Islands. A tiny man with knotty hands guides their thoughts and bodies with few, gentle words. A kid enters the terrace, his voice a
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