Coming close to deathcan be transforming.I stopped fearing deaththe instant I recognizedthat I am more thanflesh and bone.My fear of death vanishedthe instant I recognizedthat I am fashioned fromSpirit and Light.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford Challenge day 52/365.

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Love does not depend on anything outside itself, not even reciprocation. Surrendering the Self to experience that  consummate freedom  called up by passion requires courage and humility. Experiencing the intimate energy of awakening,  seeing through colors of the world to infinite source, then, losing that vision, becoming blind to it, is cause for great pain.…

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Blue curtains flutter violently. Cold March winds reminding that winter is not quite ready to say goodbye.  © 2025 Bruno Talerico  Stafford challenge day 56/365.

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Can you imagine a sane, healthy, happy human society based only on  principles of practical wisdom, affirmed by work, play, and life experiences? Is it attainable or pure fantasy? What do I believe? I believe in the sun, in rock, in clouds. I believe in blood, eagles, crashing waves, storms, sunshine, drums, flutes, coyotes and…

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like a locomotive, pushing it’s way  through the  far end of a tunnel,  twilight pushes away the night, with the promise of a new day. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 51/365.

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 ​ What does life have in store for me? Distant church bells ring as rainbow dragons soar in the glow of the moon. I want to love and be loved. I am curious and afraid. Pretending to understand, feeling elated; my heart needs to touch your soul. Worried you might turn your back on me.…

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When i linger Uncomfortably at the door, rather than just walk away, it is an expression of Love. When you forgot your scarf, then Quickly returned to retrieve it, was that also an expression of Love? © 2025 Bruno Talerico  Stafford challenge day49/365. Image created with AI.

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  intimate relationships exist on a broad spectrum. intimacy can be fleeting or eternal, a finite or an infinite game. in finite form, orgasm is the goal but who wins? giver for stimulating or receiver? either way, with climax achieved, the game ends. in infinite form, ongoing pleasure is the goal partners giving and receiving…

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  They sit, cross legged beneath the sacred tree, mind still as a pond on a windless day, reflecting the absurdity of existence. Others dine on the absurd, raising glasses of cheap wine, toasting glorious chaos. Beneath the surface, we all are searching for a touch of truth. Somewhere we all dance in psychedelic frenzy,…

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the summit is an illusion, what matters is effort. continuous struggle up and up crest to crest, challenge after challenge  once attained, the goal has no meaning. © 2025 Bruno Talerico   Stafford challenge day 46/365. Image created with AI.

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