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	<title>Comments on: some thoughts from my notebook</title>
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	<description>The change is coming</description>
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		<title>By: Lavanya</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lavanya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 11:34:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>wow, wounderful poetry...so healing and honest</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wow, wounderful poetry&#8230;so healing and honest</p>
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		<title>By: Madhava</title>
		<link>http://dharmasphere.org/2006/03/04/118/comment-page-1/#comment-328</link>
		<dc:creator>Madhava</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 11:20:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Powerful poem and poignant words following ... you are an inspiring sister!

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Powerful poem and poignant words following &#8230; you are an inspiring sister!</p>
<p>m.</p>
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		<title>By: Bharatii</title>
		<link>http://dharmasphere.org/2006/03/04/118/comment-page-1/#comment-326</link>
		<dc:creator>Bharatii</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 10:58:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the three poems/writings are my thoughts at dealing with different aspects of loss... in my notebook the last one actually came first, and the second came last, so my train of thought is a little jumbled here.

everything has its perfect role, and i've been internally exploring the role of pain in situations of deep loss.  another metaphor that comes to mind is that of the night that seperates two days - a necessary dark period for light to follow.  

thus i feel to deny pain its proper place is almost to reject the past, to dishonour it.  to be able to feel that emotion, to live, to *be* that emotion and to love it as an expression of the divine is to me an expansive, powerful and honouring gesture.  what's more, a deeply spiritual gesture.

loss is inevitable and also positive - every time i breath out i have lost that breath forever, but then i breath in. so in a way we are dying with every breath.

there is so much more i could say, but since i have written twice as much as my actual posting, i'll stop here... hope this answers your question in some way</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the three poems/writings are my thoughts at dealing with different aspects of loss&#8230; in my notebook the last one actually came first, and the second came last, so my train of thought is a little jumbled here.</p>
<p>everything has its perfect role, and i&#8217;ve been internally exploring the role of pain in situations of deep loss.  another metaphor that comes to mind is that of the night that seperates two days - a necessary dark period for light to follow.  </p>
<p>thus i feel to deny pain its proper place is almost to reject the past, to dishonour it.  to be able to feel that emotion, to live, to *be* that emotion and to love it as an expression of the divine is to me an expansive, powerful and honouring gesture.  what&#8217;s more, a deeply spiritual gesture.</p>
<p>loss is inevitable and also positive - every time i breath out i have lost that breath forever, but then i breath in. so in a way we are dying with every breath.</p>
<p>there is so much more i could say, but since i have written twice as much as my actual posting, i&#8217;ll stop here&#8230; hope this answers your question in some way</p>
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		<title>By: Jyotirmaya</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jyotirmaya</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 08:23:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>wonderful poem Bharatii,
I agree that living in the present is all about the "death of seconds" and living each breath as it comes.

How do you think we should best honor our past?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>wonderful poem Bharatii,<br />
I agree that living in the present is all about the &#8220;death of seconds&#8221; and living each breath as it comes.</p>
<p>How do you think we should best honor our past?</p>
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