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blog without a name
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"To be a person is to have a story to tell." - Isak Dineson. So, my story - yes, some 'history' : my name is Lune, I live in the mountains and I write. All I can say is that I seem to be here writing this yes, but in truth, I am not. Oh, it’s so hard to explain, because nothing really monumental ever happened to convince ‘me’ that there was no ‘me’ at any time; I still had and continue to have a very normal life, I still look after my children, cook and clean, socialize and spend time with my family, I am still me.
- Added on: Aug 22nd, 2009
- Country: United Kingdom
- Language: English
- Author: lune greenwood
- Listed in: Personal Poetry
- Tags: advaita vedanta spiritual poetry non duality cosmic consciousness self inquiry spiritual verse
Recent Posts
you are home
The most confounded thing, wow, it is the most confounded thing. I found it in the most confounded place, a place I would have never imagined looking and although I wasn’t looking, there it is. There is no formula, there is no place to look, be...
a split-second ago
There are voices now, somewhere in the house. Sounds of men talking; discussion. The air trips lightly over itself to get here, and I am nowhere but inside it. A door softly closes to, foot falls out on the snowy path, disappearing into darkness, foo...
the world breathes
There has been a quietness to this house, a quietness to me. There are no longer many words to describe IT, there is no longer much thought about IT; there is only IT, only IT. Sometimes not even that. There seems no point in trying to explain. There...
One of the surest axioms of science is that energy never dies;
{One well-known aspect of quantum physics is that certain observations cannot be predicted absolutely. Instead, there is a range of possible observations each with a different probability. One mainstream explanation, the “many-worlds” int...
Shut off the mind
Shut off the mind And let the heart decide Who you are meant to be, Switch to remote Let mind drop away All you need Is right here Without thought of it Without idea of it Without any of it Rest childlike in repose Wonderment filling every And each n...
pine cone poem
A pine cone sits Next to my bed It sleeps whilst I sleep Dreams whilst I dream Night after night, I lie Fetus-style and watch its Teak shell open and close. I have given up on words, Why do I need to hear the meanderings Of other minds- Printing out ...
