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The Mandala of Euclidean Dharma

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A simple magic circle will show the geometric pattern of Dharma life.

Practice this calming meditation to yield to chaos.

Change and passion bring balance while loving wisdom and inner peace feel like drinking a glass of cool clear refreshing water.

Use the courage you have to face the inevitable fear of death.

Talk your story for anyone that listens.

Listen or write it all down.

It feels so good, proper, impressionistic to hear.

A song comes out of these words.

What made you so hot under your collar?

What made you yield and cool down?

It feels good to be out loud.

To Love For The Sake Of Love

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https://poets.org/poem/virgins-make-much-time

There are no meaning or patterns to life, except the ones we use or pluck each day.

Don’t be quick to squash passion when fruit of a symbol rich with personal experience for growth or understanding others first.

Capture the rapture of joy with a stick.

Apply thy wish and live so thick.

Brandish a ‘Red Cross’ that helps our mothers.

Make good news of others,

Be like a brother,

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What things give you energy?

An inspirational book, movie, or song.

A person, place or thing.

A good workout, meal, and sleep.

A good life,

A good lifestyle,

A good way to be,

Be Human

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Being is being, whether the differences appear or not.

Capturing the ‘good life‘ is a challenge for all beings.

Virtue is kingly in all our endeavors, a course correction is often needed to keep one’s life from running aground or being stuck.

Live beyond mere survival.

All forms of poverty may fall upon you.

Don’t give up!

Live this day, this minute, it may be your last.

Who am I?

Belief is key.

Find a healthy way to be.

Dead

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She is all boiled down to a box of ashes.

How her ‘who,what and when, where and how’ is is still all encapsulated by our memories.

The old gal lived a long and good,bad, and ugly way like the rest of us.

Unique, not so much, we take our senses for granted, so why not who we are, get it.

All her life, was worth every second.

Don’t you think?

One More Day….

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Hang on, you have something that reaches in or reaches out.

Be here right now, you have oppertunity that comes through awareness.

Get to know yourself, you have something to be and see, and read.

Wait and see, be patient for another moment.

If you look at me, and see a tree,

If you hang around and make a sound,

If you feel part of the forest, this very moment,

If you struggle and listen and learn,

Sure, you may fail,

Sure, you can’t get it right everytime.

But, you are strong or stronger,

When you try, and earn your place,

If willpower can make you whole,

If answers can lead you home,

If people can treat you well,

If being strong is all it takes,

The world is a very special place.

You and I are here for one.

Inside or outside, the journey has just begun.

Reach for yourself and others…

Romantic Freedom

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Socrates did it best.

He took the test: the proper use of impressions.

Or so says, “Xenophon’s Recollections of Socrates”.

She says,”The Memorable Thoughts…” or things of Socrates by Xenophon.

He gave his guidance through oracles and divinations.

He knew himself to abstain from all vices and practice all virtues.

He loved wisdom and showed himself to those through his questions and tolerances for all those who may take offence to his reason and his actions.

He suffered those others to be a citizen of the world.

He did not take fame, fortune, or foul play.

Practice and routine and ritual made great habits of virtue for the man Socrates.

He died as he did live: wisely.

He took responsibility to be free.

He worked his entire life as a philosopher and he became free.

Hiking

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Connect to the outdoors, nature, the organic side, a balance between technology and human nature.

What is natural or wild about visiting the planet?

Touching the space we were born to live and do our day to day living in as a species on Terra Fermi, the ground in my case.

That’s not to say air and sea are out of the question.

In my case, a park, in winter, the cold is a touch of wild.

Seeing geese and other wild creatures, a homo sapient, out for a brisk jog with his dog. Perhaps not that wild on the surface.

Dig deeper, struggle hard to see when you are gathering food from the ground in the cold hard winter….

Being able to go beyond mere survival is a gift, as is Mother Nature, I don’t want to loose either one….