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		<title>still here</title>
		<description><![CDATA[To my faithful readers: I am still here, just don&#8217;t have anything to say these days.  I have sat down on a regular basis to write but nothing comes.  I am writing lots of songs but blog posts have been elusive.  I have a bunch of drafts but the energy is not there to finish [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=647</link>
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		<title>beauty</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We recognize beauty but we don&#8217;t demand it. &#8211; coleman barks I came across the quote above in a Coleman Barks poem from his book Winter Sky.  I really love this line.  It just seems so true &#8211; we recognize beauty but we don&#8217;t demand it.  My wife takes great pains to set the table [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=636</link>
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		<title>Reflections at the DMV</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I had to sit at the DMV today. I was ready with charged cell phone, my writing notepad, calm spirit and poetry books. Walking in I told the reception desk what I needed to do and was promptly handed a number; B118. “B. 6. 5.” The artificial voice called out. “Crap” I sighed, it was [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=613</link>
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		<title>The Voices We Listen To</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Voices we listen to: Go back to bed Watch more TV Have some more cookies Don&#8217;t tell her Don&#8217;t tell him You&#8217;re no good Have another drink Buy more Don&#8217;t try, you&#8217;ll never make it You&#8217;re fat Keep busy No one will love you Fill yourself up You&#8217;re not beautiful You are worth &#8211; less [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=598</link>
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		<title>Redemption Stories</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was asked to participate in an EBook put out by Something Beautiful Podcast. You can download the book for free but they do ask that you think of donating a couple bucks for clean water. I gave them my song The Light That Burns Inside and they added it with the lyrics. So if [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=595</link>
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		<title>Life as a Movie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In an interview Coleman Barks spoke of  his teacher Bawa Muhaiyaddeen.  He said his teacher told him to &#8220;try to make your life as though it&#8217;s a movie, and you and God are going to watch it. Try to make some parts that he&#8217;ll like.&#8221;  I sat back and smiled while I thought about this.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=591</link>
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		<title>The Light that Burns Inside</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My blog says Music ~ Spirituality ~ Life but I have been slacking on posting music lately.   I have been writing alot lately and have a back log of material that I have been setting aside for a solo project.   I am still trying to put all the pieces together but finally feel [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=587</link>
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		<title>How we are lost, How we are found &#8211; Part four: The Fireplace</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was watching her closely at the dinner party.  People were laughing and talking but she just smiled never really jumping into any conversation.  Ken and her hadn&#8217;t been over to our house in over a year.  I waited for her to slip out of the group of women she was politely listening to.  Ten [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=571</link>
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		<title>How we are lost, How we are found &#8211; Part Three: The Kitchen</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She stood in the kitchen staring out the window over the sink.  Would today be the day she thought to herself.  She could hear him eating behind her.  This always irritated her; the clicking and clacking and slurping.  His bulging jowls hung like sad bean bags and seemed to amplify every disgusting sound.  She had [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=558</link>
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		<title>How we are lost, How we are found &#8211; Part Two: The Doorway</title>
		<description><![CDATA[He could feel his legs tremble as he walked into the room.  He didn’t want to see what he knew would be waiting for him; his father weak, disabled, pale and fragile.  His mother was sitting next to him holding his hand.  She gently rocked back and forth as she stared lovingly at his face.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://morphinelife.com/?p=555</link>
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