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To make a donation, please visit Tarabrock.com. Nam day, welcome. Most of you are familiar with the word mamma stay, yeah. Its meaning is I bow to the sacredness inside you, you, you, you,

inside my own being, inside this life.

And I was just reflecting before I began on how it's become more visceral in this space,

the sense of just a field of goodness, of tenderness, of a weakness that's living through us.

Makes me happy.

So here's a poem from the poet to Karam. I was meditating with my cat the other day and all of a sudden

she shouted, what happened? I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged her to say more,

feeling that if she got it all out in the table, she'd sleep better that night.

So I responded, tell me more dear, and she soulfully me out.

Well, I was mingled with the sky, I was comets whizzing here and there, I was sunge and heat, hell, I was sunnge and heat, hell I was galaxies, but now look I am landlocked in fur. To this

I said I know exactly what you mean.

What to say about a conversation between mistakes.

Landlocked in fur.

So there's this experience and some of you may have noticed

where you do touch something that has that sense of sacredness of peace, maybe you touch some

stillness, maybe there's the heart broken open feeling, the tenderness, the compassion.

Maybe it's this kind of sparkling aliveness

and it feels like something you cherish.

And then a couple of sits later or a few minutes later

whatever it is it's plunk and you're in some way back in some familiar neurotic

self you're landlocked in.

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