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This M(om)ent;  Velvet Morning…

… and now my love of focused fun
among snow covered woods,
pine-lathered mountains, and
high, rocky peaks where only Pika play and occasional Hawks reach their wings into majesty…
reMind me of my True Human Beingness
shouting unheard into my HeartCave;
“Don’t Wait Any Longer…”

so, within the garden of Self,
ilg dives into an inner ocean

each morning…no matter how busy…

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snow

back to toiling,
without spoiling
the illusion
of what’s not the Real Fusion…

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SanghaLounge Update…

Published on Mar 22, 2011 by in Haiku, nature, Poetry, Teachings

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march

coquettish sunplay (5)
swirling snows dance, geese fly low (7)
ilg in love with March (5)

– steve ilg

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“Until they turn to dust…”  Full Crow Moon WF Mala Re-Empowerment…

Recently, Coach offered a free “Blessed Mala Re-Empowerment” during the Full Crow Moon…

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moon

why do so few Embrace Winter?
why do so few Embrace the Challenge of Opening thy hips?
for both hold the higher part of thee…inside the pain.

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La Plata Canyon Nordic Ski Song….

Snowshoes on my back (5)
Skis beneath my slip-slide feet (7)
Mind surfs sky-like snow! (5)
– coach ilg
after today’s ski training up La Plata Canyon, 1*29*11
photo essay of 15 incredible Colorado mountain shots…

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Refusing To Be Anything But What It Is…poetry by Bantu

Monsoons rise here each afternoon totally unlike great blue thoughts. The red penstemon in the aspen is not like some singular lightning strike. The river in flood is not your life in turmoil. And in the fir and spruce a bear wanders through bracken and duff, snuffling up a mushroom and refuses to be anything […]

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Today, an osprey…

Published on Apr 09, 2010 by in Meditation, Mindfulness, Poetry

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Today, an osprey…

today,after bowing to two Bald Eaglesholding firm on the naked ancient cottonwood branchesover the whirling Mother River Animasand afterhaving a Swainson’s Hawk drilled his beauty into meafter i chanted him the Sacred Mantra as he sat royally high overheadatop a playing field light at the fairgrounds, an Osprey circled with dazzling spiralsseemingly unmoved by the […]

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