Tagged: humor

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Tears of my enemies

I watch him cry. Because that is what I do. I wait and watch… I am the collector. I collect the most precious thing in the world – the tears of my enemies. It’s a very rare business and I know you never heard about it, but while it doesn’t pay the most bucks, it keeps me sane. In some cases, taking their tears helps me to drink their wisdom, but mostly – I collect to...

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Book Review “In the Calyx”, Libre Paley 

“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.” Sara Gruen 1. From Stefan (aka all male readers):  Wow, this story had me glued to my wife like never before! Wonderfully written storyline and very detailed characters! All sex scenes kept me totally engaged until the very last word… I loved this book so...

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The power of Zen stories

There is a tradition in Zen Buddhism of recording short tales that are able to teach us about the world and make us question our preconceived notions in just a few words. Below are two such stories, one traditional and one contemporary, that might just give you a fresh perspective. The Tiger and the Strawberry #1 ‘While out walking one day, a man came across a tiger. He fled from the snarling creature, until he came...

Follow your own rhythm

Life has its rhythm ad we have ours. They’re designed to coexist in harmony, so that when we do what is ours to do and otherwise let life be, we garner acceptance and serenity. Victoria Moran When you get 5 minutes to spare in the day, take a moment to listen to your heart, to feel its pulse in your chest. You will hear it beating to an almost musical rhythm. Then bring your focus outside...

Ape and God

(a poem by Poetic Murderer)  An ape once in the jungle Awoke to a weird question “What is life”, it thought, And instantly was human. In many ways an ape still It copied things it saw, And sought to understand Their bizarre nature. Inventing fire as to burn Bright like the midday sun; Tools sharp as tiger’s claws And boats to roam the seas. Not satisfied with its creations The ape went on a journey And,...

“The Pearl Territory”, chapter 9 – Cash #privatejournal

I remember her hair – the color of white snow – and vibrant orchid eyes, almost like mosaics, unnaturally beautiful, the mix of forgotten spring and crystalline heaven. I remember her laugh, bright like a birdsong. It was as if her laugh lifted the dark veil from my heart and allowed me to see the world with different, happy eyes. Sunny. Joyful. Confident. A cloudless spring day. This is what I feel when I think about...