by Manuela Timofte I have often heard the expression “you are not doing well because you do not have faith or because you do not believe in something or someone” outside you. We all come from the same Source and return to it, a source driven by Unconditional Love. What does faith mean to you?… Leer más What does Faith mean to you?
By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Tibet you’re firm in the saddle your happiness ached missing even joy you shan’t simply fulfil the long chain of absent Mahayana? Hinayana not exactly gone the storm a past life you shall be more than mystical more than the cypress you shan’t possibly be… Leer más Lê Vĩnh Tài | TIBET (6/10)
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Terveen Gill I have left the ad for the day before I go on vacation, and I take great pleasure in communicating it. From the hand of Terveen Gill, it will be edited from the city of Chandigarh which is an acronym for Chandi and Garh. Chandi refers to the goddess…
Published by mrobins71 “There’s only two kinds of jobs here,” the boss said. “Okay,” Murphy said. “There’s only two kinds of jobs. Doesn’t matter the job title, there’s only two kinds of jobs. What are they?” “Bullshit jobs and More Bullshit jobs,” Murphy answered. “Very good,” the boss said. “So the next thing to know… Leer más Cowards & Con-Men by Mathew Robins
those cold evenings coming inside the house and crying “Mom, I’m hungry.” A whirl on the heels A stare colder than the outside weather Hands on her hips “Show me your tongue.” The little mouth opens and the tongue comes out She stares at it and then grabs it between her thumb and index and… Leer más Hunger by Bogdan Dragos
Masticadores.- Why do you write? I think this is the quintessential question for any human who’s put pen to paper. Why? Why do we write? Why do we have the drive and the need to say something? I think I’ve always had a daydreamy brain, and an overthinking brain. In a way, writing has… Leer más Masticadores INTERVIEW: Sarah Reichert (S.E. Reichert)
By Terveen Gill He was near her, barely an arm’s length away. If she could have, she would have slapped him. But recently blinded, her remaining senses weren’t yet sharp enough, and she would have surely missed her mark. His breathing annoyed her, heavy and then light, the smell of peppermint invaded her private space.… Leer más Sightless Eyes Cry Too
by mikesteeden Berlin, oh my Berlinin those years between two warsyou were coarse, of course, you knew ita reprobate behind closed doors decadence’s dream unfetteredyour nightclubs lewd and crudeWeimar culture babes ‘a dancing’most times in the naughty naked nude transvestites, candelabra’ssmall dark venues, dimly litcabaret within a smoky hazesuch a perfect fit The Blue Angel,… Leer más FRESH FLESH & CHILLED CHABLIS
by Daniela Topîrcean Unspoken words were blooming in my chest like translucent petals of the lotus opening slowly, the words open next to each other endlessly and each is an unspoken miracle. … My soul was full – I felt it hurt- I was a lotus flower with infinite petals. … Photo by yyryyr1030 from Pixabay
by Petru Racolța If you have a good man by your side, Appreciate and keep him close, Goodness is a rare gem Which must always be sanded With the same coin. If you have a true friend by your side, Respect and do not blame him for his flaws, Friendship is the greatest gift Which… Leer más Wealth
Times of transition are like hurricanes. Confusing, loud, messy and intense. There is uncertainty and a sense of powerlessness that directly affects our peace and sanctuary. Some of us deal with the changes with decidedly more grace than others. Some are rocked off their foundations, never to be the same again. The point is that… Leer más Finding Sanctuary in Times of Change by Sara Reichert
Gobblers has a new collaborator, Mercedes Freedman, who writes in Spanish and English. Welcome Mercdes! —J Re editor A letter from Río Bravo to you, if you are willing to read it. You may ask, whoever you are, holding the words in this letter, which path we follow to escape our country in search of… Leer más LETTER FROM RÍO BRAVO by Mercedes Freedman
my neighbor from upstairs claims that God sticks post-it notes on his fridge overnight I did ask him what they said but he only told me that I’ll have to follow him to church if I want to find out I’m generally not a very curious guy so I declined and, what do you know,… Leer más the outsider by Bogdan Dragos
From Honeysuckle Heat… blog He resisted the urge to sprint toward, grab, twirl, and embrace the vision, afraid that his passion might vaporize the dream that seemed to float in front of him. He began to walk toward the vision with slow and steady steps that did not match his racing heart. Steady steps trying… Leer más Honeysuckle Heat (continued) by Michele Lee
Blog link The walls of his apartment are filled with photos of horror, agony and suffering. Framed and hung throughout the rooms are dust covered photos of mothers falling headfirst off 4 story fire escapes. Naked, napalmed children screaming while shedding their scorched skin. A man plunging from one of the towers at 9/11. Black… Leer más A Life of Suffering by Matthew Robins
by Rana Although, she knew all my gestures and mood swings, I didn’t want to show her I was tired, sad, or angry. It was snowing outside like a light drizzle of rain I was familiar with. I had always loved the rain, but today was different. When she said over the phone she was… Leer más Yes, I love you!
by Manuela Timofte I said in a previous post that many people ask for someone else’s respect. My question was, do they respect themselves if they need others’ attention to feel respected? To respect yourself is to love yourself and to believe in yourself and your dreams. It is regardless of the position of those around you. … Leer más Do You Stop Believing in Yourself?
By Nguyễn Man Nhiên, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Blog by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm a p o e m s a l v a g e d f r o m a p a c k e t o f c i g a r e t t e my poetry like a… Leer más Nguyễn Man Nhiên | a p o e m s a l v a g e d f r o m a p a c k e t o f c i g a r e t t e
Patrick William Adam A M Moscoso Blog / RDP Wednesday: Trickle Malvina and Marinella Cawhill live in their Father’s house on Leaning Birches Road. Their Father’s house is solid house built and crafted with steady hands and and when it’s raining not as much as a drop of water finds it’s way into the attics,… Leer más The Cawhill Sisters
by Siddharth Chaudhary The beginning of the OCD journey is terrifying. Many people have suffered from the disorder for so long that their perception of reality has become blurred. It gets so hard to imagine life on the other side of recovery, and even harder to imagine how to reach there. I started my ERP a couple of… Leer más The Life Lessons That OCD Taught Me