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Thursday, October 10, 2013


Tara Brach read this poem one of her recent podcasts.  It's by Alison Luterman:


“Sun drapes a buttered scarf across your face, rose opens herself to your glance, and rain shares its divine melancholy. The whole world keeps whispering or shouting to you, nibbling your ear, like a neglected lover.”

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