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	<title>Comments on: Koan: Tipping Over a Vase</title>
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		<title>By: ebrahim</title>
		<link>http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/01/11/koan-tipping-over-a-vase/#comment-91221</link>
		<dc:creator>ebrahim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2013 08:44:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>koan, commentary and responses from all are truly heartfelt.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>koan, commentary and responses from all are truly heartfelt.</p>
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		<title>By: jim carlin</title>
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		<dc:creator>jim carlin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2013 19:25:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;i have no words-that is why i dance&quot;
quote from a russian ballet master
after defecting with his company to usa</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;i have no words-that is why i dance&#8221;<br />
quote from a russian ballet master<br />
after defecting with his company to usa</p>
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		<title>By: John Haverstock</title>
		<link>http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/blog/2013/01/11/koan-tipping-over-a-vase/#comment-90532</link>
		<dc:creator>John Haverstock</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 15:07:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you, I needed that.  My truth is spilling and I am trying to name it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you, I needed that.  My truth is spilling and I am trying to name it.</p>
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		<title>By: Carol Burns</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carol Burns</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 12:10:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good morning, Ivan

So thankful for your return.  I love your blessed mystical thoughts.  Koans,
poems, thoughts for the day, pictures - all are pathways and I love walking there.

Christmas is always a time of excess and while I am a follower of Jesus, he
would not require this of us.  I am working on downsizing - smile.

I am so thankful for this post-Christmas koan.  Indeed it gives us a place to begin.
Thank you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good morning, Ivan</p>
<p>So thankful for your return.  I love your blessed mystical thoughts.  Koans,<br />
poems, thoughts for the day, pictures &#8211; all are pathways and I love walking there.</p>
<p>Christmas is always a time of excess and while I am a follower of Jesus, he<br />
would not require this of us.  I am working on downsizing &#8211; smile.</p>
<p>I am so thankful for this post-Christmas koan.  Indeed it gives us a place to begin.<br />
Thank you!</p>
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		<title>By: Thankfullman</title>
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		<dc:creator>Thankfullman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2013 08:01:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A wonderful piece to sit back and contemplate, I have missed your posts , your site is beautiful inspiration . A heart felt thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A wonderful piece to sit back and contemplate, I have missed your posts , your site is beautiful inspiration . A heart felt thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Peg</title>
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		<dc:creator>Peg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 16:27:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In one of my out- of- body travels, I found myself within a room lined with huge marble columns. A large pedestal held the magenta/violet flame. The flame was beautiful. I watched it flicker and dance for a moment. then, before I could comprehend what I was doing, I knocked over the marble pedestal. Immediately, I felt contrite, like I did something wrong. It was magnificent though, the flames spilling everywhere across the marble floor. I walked around, filling myself with light.

For several years now, I have been asking why. The answer I kept getting was it had to be done. The answer is more complete today. The only reason I did not reach the deeper understanding is because I held on to the feeling that I did something wrong. I locked myself in a structure preventing me from reaching the greater wisdom.
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Wisdom, truth is never manifested by a single artist. Whitman, Frost, Michelangelo or everyone...never creates alone. Consciousness has no boundaries. Within our earth system, their is a field that every single word that is spoken can be heard. It is referred to as the H band. We are always interacting with this field. Everything we say, all our foul language and our kind words, is there always. To me, this is amazing once I healed my shame and guilt of my contributions to the foul language category and those times I spoke behind someone&#039;s back. As we create, we talk to ourselves,but that voice is the one voice that is all of us. How many of us can push over the vases that keep us stuck and alone?

Thanks Ivan</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In one of my out- of- body travels, I found myself within a room lined with huge marble columns. A large pedestal held the magenta/violet flame. The flame was beautiful. I watched it flicker and dance for a moment. then, before I could comprehend what I was doing, I knocked over the marble pedestal. Immediately, I felt contrite, like I did something wrong. It was magnificent though, the flames spilling everywhere across the marble floor. I walked around, filling myself with light.</p>
<p>For several years now, I have been asking why. The answer I kept getting was it had to be done. The answer is more complete today. The only reason I did not reach the deeper understanding is because I held on to the feeling that I did something wrong. I locked myself in a structure preventing me from reaching the greater wisdom.<br />
#<br />
Wisdom, truth is never manifested by a single artist. Whitman, Frost, Michelangelo or everyone&#8230;never creates alone. Consciousness has no boundaries. Within our earth system, their is a field that every single word that is spoken can be heard. It is referred to as the H band. We are always interacting with this field. Everything we say, all our foul language and our kind words, is there always. To me, this is amazing once I healed my shame and guilt of my contributions to the foul language category and those times I spoke behind someone&#8217;s back. As we create, we talk to ourselves,but that voice is the one voice that is all of us. How many of us can push over the vases that keep us stuck and alone?</p>
<p>Thanks Ivan</p>
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		<title>By: Becky</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 16:09:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful. What a wonderful way to start my day. Thank you</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful. What a wonderful way to start my day. Thank you</p>
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		<title>By: Aravinda</title>
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		<dc:creator>Aravinda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 12:28:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you, Ivan. Have a blessed New Year. Aravinda</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you, Ivan. Have a blessed New Year. Aravinda</p>
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		<title>By: Valerie Derry</title>
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		<dc:creator>Valerie Derry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2013 01:21:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love these Zen insights, and have a book called the Iron Cow of Zen that also uses the koan. If only we could simplify our own existence in the same way. Thank you, Ivan.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love these Zen insights, and have a book called the Iron Cow of Zen that also uses the koan. If only we could simplify our own existence in the same way. Thank you, Ivan.</p>
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		<title>By: Jenny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jenny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2013 22:51:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Love it.  Sometimes even our every-day minds get in the way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love it.  Sometimes even our every-day minds get in the way.</p>
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