Namaste

Here is the yeast of thought that like the dough, though it become suppressed, is rising still within two souls whose vision is just one, then beaten once again becomes the bread, the mounting God, the sinews shared, the death of self, the breath of life. ~

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 8/18/2012 3:59:00 PM

Namaste...."a gesture that lessens our sense of ego and self-centeredness". Your writes feel like we've been given a box of assorted chocolates...each has it's own distinct flavour and consistency. (I love chocolate..thank you!:) I can see why Cat Stevens had titled one of his albums,"Buddah and The Chocolate Box". The Dali Lama would be proud and honoured by this write, Dean!

Robert Ludden
Date: 8/18/2012 4:16:00 PM

I have not yet encountered a woman who does not love Chocolate...though I was not thinking about that when I wrote it. :-) Yes, Namaste is reaching out as much as it reaches in. You would see that, of course.