A hot dog with just a little bit of mustard color sprayed the sky in gusts and flailing fire “do you have …
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Brian shares about his personal transformation journey and clumsily hopeful philosophy of life through spoken word poetry, reflections on inherited patterns and how they mirror society’s trends, stubborn arguments with his better nature, and a philosophical monthly reminder to embrace the mystery of being alive: The Paradox Papers. He also shares ways to practice the S.H.I.F.T.™ — approaches that work for him and that anyone can use to regulate their nervous system, rework their inner narrative, and relate differently to suffering. Small internal shifts matter. They ripple. And over time, they quietly become a different way of living. If you’re here, you’re likely called to
Brian shares about his personal transformation journey and clumsily hopeful philosophy of life through spoken word poetry, reflections on inherited patterns and how they mirror society’s trends, stubborn arguments with his better nature, and a philosophical monthly reminder to embrace the mystery of being alive: The Paradox Papers. He also shares ways to practice the S.H.I.F.T.™ — approaches that work for him and that anyone can use to regulate their nervous system, rework their inner narrative, and relate differently to suffering. Small internal shifts matter. They ripple. And over time, they quietly become a different way of living. If you’re here, you’re likely called to
A hot dog with just a little bit of mustard color sprayed the sky in gusts and flailing fire “do you have …
I I bash myself in the kneecaps daily with a shiny steel hammer I am in love with one who does not …
Its hard moving bricks one at a time. Bending over with aches in my back and callouses on my hands I am …
*Written in Gasworks Park in Seattle. The rule was that the phrase “coffee beans spilling noisily” had to be someplace in the …
This poem was written in a botanical garden in Ghana, West Africa. The challenge from a friend was to use the phrase …
Skipping through fields I dance with the sun Or she dances with me… I don’t know which, and who cares about that? …
The trees breathe on the streets And the streetlamps burning gold In frosty shadows Distant cats brawl And glass bottles break Loud …
Paris Empty city streets Waiting for me to break The dark Soggy trees drip, Cold, wet, damp My bones are soaked. Shallow …
A loving sister the joy she brings in a brother’s life her presence rings emptiness would shoot throughout a brother’s life without …
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