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[aid] => mick
[title] => Meditate a While
[time] => 2014-03-08 02:53:54
[hometext] => Omphaloskepsis, anyone?...
[bodytext] =>
a temple for its quietude,
churches in their praise:
incense and slow ritual
marking holy days
spirits lifted skyward,
tonic for the soul:
bodies healed in harmony
feel the heavens roll
embrace your mother Gaia,
dance beneath the moon:
taste the sacred and profane
to make your passions swoon
whisper to the angels,
let faeries braid your hair:
pulse along your chakras
and move from Zen to there
a place to sit and ponder,
substance over style:
the world can wait an hour,
so meditate a while.
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