Becky Blab

I rejected it all, refused it wholesale. Now I welcome back the pieces, bit by bit as I see fit. Many questions remain, grow by the day. But the home within will always stay.

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Am I meddling in mediocrity, or striving for what I really want to be? Am I meandering, or steadily treading the path? Am I turning down the good life for one which is great, or am I simply settling for less? America, a land of bounty and wasted possibility. India, a barren wasteland but filled [...]

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Oh tinda, how I love thee. Your creaminess reminds me of cheeseballs but I can digest you with ease. Your texture, so smooth, you are the ultimate in cool. No matter how many times we meet, you never cease to amaze. I never get bored in your company, a feat given the dearth of competitors. [...]

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Spanning the distance between self and thought lies the sweetest expanse of life and nothingness. Light and pure, soothing and sure. The cascading breath carries me there, to the space beyond time, reason and rhyme. No battles, no crises, no wrong or right: a place of seeing without sight. (written after my Isha yoga practice [...]

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Caught up in the race of cars, thoughts and rats. Continuous comparison, city life of crowds and competition no space to hear yourself think others breathing down your neck the heat grit smoke dust choking all life around. The seat of government and diplomacy, madness and no mercy. To thrive: a miraculous task; most just [...]

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