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	<title>The Bulb : Students of Inner Peace</title>
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	<description>PEACE: Lives &#38; Lessons</description>
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		<title>Thirst</title>
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		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1237</link>
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		<title>Old Radio — Endless Static</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am listening to Van Morrison on an old radio. I am an Old Person. I am remembering a Long Life; a life that no longer exists. I am entering this moment called &#8220;Now&#8221;, and I can take nothing with me. Van Morrison fades, and the Radio is gone - gone into something Younger, a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1220</link>
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		<title>The Ocean in You; The Ocean in Me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There is something about the Ocean. For those of you who have lived its Bigness.   It breathes full. It contains many landscapes.  It births many dreams and consumes many sailors.   It is both entity and identity; moving in subtle mists and pounding in terrifying torrents. We think this thing is &#8220;us&#8221; &#8230; we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1208</link>
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		<title>Your God is too Small for Me.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[you tell me of your god
your god that draws lines in the desert
and says "this is Holy Land" and "That is Not..."]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1150</link>
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		<title>Ocean, Sand &amp; Chain.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Can you feel Peace in the Tentative Strings of your own Heartbeat?
Can you Hear the Vast River of Angels in the caverns of your "indoor plumbing" ...?]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1184</link>
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		<title>The Fragile Human Way</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This is a Central Place This is a Park of Strangers This is a Gathering of Fragmented Ego Seeking to express The Inexpressible Seeking to know the Unknowable Seeking to merge with Rivers That Flow in a Purposeful Direction This is the Breath given to Life Given for Packaging, Content &#38; Purpose Given for Celebration, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1164</link>
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		<title>The Heart with No Name</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dear Baby, I am the Harpoon Hunter I am the Whale that got away I am Good Friday waiting for Bad Monday so my Mediocre Memories of  how-to-play Get lost in the picnic frenzy of &#8220;Workahol&#8221; &#8211; the Drink of Everyday Man. I am the Opening Door that closes only for you Only for the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1160</link>
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		<title>The House of Breath</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The House of Breath We go out and play we save our tear-drops for a Rainy Day We Play We visit Others &#8211; our Cousins, our Brothers, our Lovers, our Mothers We live on their Doorsteps; we Stray We save our Dances for a Sunny Day The House of Breath Chance, Circumstance &#8211; finds me [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=1156</link>
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		<title>Lost Feather ~ Crystal Silence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was a Lost Feather, a Man Without Cause. Looking for Identity, Reason, Homeland, Season. There is a Journey somewhere: a Calling, a Knowing, a Home-coming. A Crystallizing in Silence. Life proceeds along &#8220;attractively&#8221;, for most that we know.  They have a car, and a house, and a small piece of snow. They are &#8220;busy&#8221;, these [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=994</link>
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		<title>Naked Heart</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;re not concerned with your Royalty Your Loyalty or your Fashion. We don&#8217;t care who you know where you go or what you&#8217;ve been: in Someone Else&#8217;s Movie or your own Private Dream the Place of Innocence lies beneath the Clothing of Deceit you&#8217;re so afraid of your Naked Heart that you Suffocate in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=992</link>
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		<title>The Hand That Feeds Us All</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Fitting in something small inside the Hand that feeds us All around the Garden hidden stones harden forming a Secret Wall fountains of Flowers forsaking the Hours Span the Distance between You and Eye The knowing in-between pillars of uncertainty pulses with rhythm of life sustained beyond the arbitrary kingdoms of despair, loss, mortality, passage [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=989</link>
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		<title>&#8220;It&#8217;s All A Movie&#8230; &#8220;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I will tell you why I don&#8217;t go to movies, but you will think I am insane. Or you will take it personally. Or you will assume there is an audience in the clouds, judging your every thought. So, shut up and listen. All of life is a Movie. And all is exquisite. It&#8217;s full [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=983</link>
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		<title>You &amp; I</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I &#38; You We see Me Through We build Skies of Blue I &#38; Me &#38; You You &#38; Me We see what we See We Be, We Three I &#38; You &#38; Me You, Me &#38; I We Journey Thru the sky We Try &#38; Die &#38; Fly You &#38; Me &#38; I I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=980</link>
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		<title>Box Office Slot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[emerging corners conquests we seek to rest in yesterday&#8217;s sun we linger and lounge after the race is run we picked the winners, but losing is fun arrivals departures gateways we lost all of what we know in a summer&#8217;s storm the hands that cook dinner are the ones that keep us warm in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=978</link>
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		<title>This Small Version of Now</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Everything happens &#8220;now&#8221;. The Attention Span is &#8220;small&#8221;. This Small &#8230;. (as if you know what you want &#8230;) You grew up around the block on some different corner but you didn&#8217;t really grow up and all your friends who were not really your friends anyway all left for college or took a different train [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=968</link>
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		<title>Inner Wave ~ Island Fire</title>
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		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=963</link>
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		<title>The Subtle</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;The Subtle&#8221;. This subject is not commonly addressed. It is not commonly addressed, because it is not common Knowledge, it is known only by a few. I talked with a friend the other day, about the depth of conversation. About the comfort-zone we achieve with another person in the context of dialogue.  One criteria we [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=928</link>
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		<title>Text Messages</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I can receive Text Messages while lying in the Sun They say, &#8220;When your Journey&#8217;s Over, Where will you Run?&#8221; People &#38; Dogs in this park they run in Circles, the Children they Bark Nobody&#8217;s new on this Friday afternoon; this has been done for Millions of Years: Children &#38; Dogs, they run in the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=912</link>
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		<title>Parchment</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Skin Home Mostly Music Rocketman Goes to the Sun &#38; Gets Lost Rocketgirl looks for Rocketman &#38; Gets Lost too. On the Plaza of Dinosaurs Time works slowly on Stones Nature has no coffee Small Brains assemble Molecules we&#8217;ve never Dreamed Of Tadpoles lie naked in the sun the crisp Jewel of the Alligator&#8217;s Eye [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=906</link>
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		<title>The Righteousness Of Mountains</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Righteousness of Mountains Is that they talk only to the Sky and they pose with God for Naked Photographs And they don&#8217;t listen to your whimpering and complaining, nor do they care that your Pussy named &#8220;Santa&#8221; died after 17 years of spiritual vacation pissing on your living-room floor. The Righteousness of Mountains is [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.tbulb.com/?p=902</link>
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