Driving into Town at Night.
There is still a chill in the night air
I see pedestrians wearing shorts and hoodies
It was pitch dark
Driving up the mountain after the eclipse
Of the full moon
It's still too soon
For a waning moon to rise
My thoughts are becoming light
After the dark of the night
The wave retreats, and returns
Like the tides pulled by the moon.
Next morning, as…
Added by Mandy Leng on April 20, 2014 at 3:48pm — No Comments
I am sitting at the computer with my very old cat in her favorite place on my lap. She loves to be around the computer and sits on my lap when I am writing. Sometimes she purrs and tries to get my attention before I get too engrossed in what I am doing. For the last year she has been slowing down and keeps regaining her appetite and speeds up for a while, but I think we are slowly grinding to a halt.
One night not too long ago I saw her light body, and the next day on Facebook someone…Continue
Added by Mandy Leng on February 14, 2012 at 9:06pm — No Comments
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I have a number of articles in the category Glendale Spirituality and am an examiner on the topic Prescott Spirituality. The latest is Local Arizona spirituality
I am very worried and happy
among the crazy and the hopeless
they recognize me, right away
And there is nowhere I would rather be
alive or dead
than in this world
Inside this skull I hold and ponder
unending space expanding if I understand correctly
Added by Mandy Leng on December 20, 2011 at 4:00pm — No Comments
Check out http://www.examiner.com for my Prescott, Az articles and other articles. If you become an Examiner please put me as your referral. Miranda Leng thanks everyone, how are you all? I am kind of dormant on Om Times at the moment as have new iron in the fire. Best wishes to you all for the ho lidays and…
This is in response to the August Newsletter request for submissions, and particularly the one from the Yoga section, please let me know if this is the right place for submissions to be considered.
I was born in postwar England and it was a very difficult way to grow up after I hit the teen years. In the middle of great turmoil I found a Yoga book written by an East Indian yoga practitioner. It had photographs of him doing Yoga poses and explained how to do them, along with…Continue
Do not pretend that The Longing
has not also lived in you
swinging like a pendulum.
You have been lost
and thieved like a criminal
into the darkness.
But life is tired, Dear Friend
of going on
It is like the hand of the mother
who has lost the child.
And if you are anything like me, you have been afraid.
And if you are anything like me
You have known your own…Continue