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Bluebird Shaman

Sol Luckman “Feeling blue” becomes A joyful phrase When referring to Any Bluebird Shaman With the courage to leave Anxiety

Sol Luckman My wave is so high I couldn’t paint The top of it And only scratched The bottom of

Stephen Parato https://open.spotify.com/episode/3rgL1Vwc5jK4cDsv7Zf3w6 You came here for a reason, didn’t you? You can feel it in the depths of your

Science & Nonduality Theoretical physicist Shantena Augusto Sabbadini presents the quandary of quantum mechanics and draws illumination from the Tao

Jon Rappoport “The function of the artist is to provide what life does not.” —Tom Robbins, ANOTHER ROADSIDE ATTRACTION “Those

Sol Luckman Surf too low There’s nowhere to go But down Surf too high You risk being thrown To the

Sol Luckman Throughout the great Southwest You will find desert cities Lost in the sands of time Where no people

Sol Luckman Moan to the moon Sigh to the tides Now breathe And believe When dark is light Light yet

Sol Luckman Having lived my life In hard pueblos Or in no pueblo at all I long for a soft

Sol Luckman Turn off the road Traverse the boisterous schoolyard Feel the tingle of November sand underfoot While ascending and