Jan 132012
 

I touch the precious, endless Now and am panged with remorse for the catalogue of moments I am asleep. How quickly life evaporates! How silly we are to believe in consensus reality when love is rushing in from all sides! I touch the precious skin of Now, which smells like a salty miracle, which is lit from within, which is infinite and exploding with beauty. I touch Now’s skin and it shivers back.

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A writer, artist and tender of dreams, Toko-pa has been interviewed by CNN News & BBC Radio and her writing has appeared in publications around the world. Thanks to Skype, she works with dreamers internationally in her Private Dreamwork practice, based on Salt Spring Island in Canada. You can find Toko-pa on Facebook or sign up for her mailing list to receive news about upcoming events.
 

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