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Storm&Bliss
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Fitness professional, yoga instructor, personal trainer, and wellness entrepreneur passionate about helping people reduce stress, reconnect with themselves, and achieve balance through mindful movement, breath, and mobility.
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Storm&Bliss 2 months ago
I will walk in to the office now and say #GM to people and see their reactions. Will report any fun ones here🫡
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Storm&Bliss 2 months ago
#GM #GA You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level. #EckhartTolle
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Storm&Bliss 2 months ago
Zen master #catstr Mickey with Buddha on his head says #GM. You say: #GM 😻⚡️⚡️⚡️ image
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Storm&Bliss 2 months ago
And there will always be only 21mln 🟠 #BTCmaxi image
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Storm&Bliss 3 months ago
#GM 1969⚡️= 1/3 bag of cat treats... 😸 image #zap #catstr
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Storm&Bliss 3 months ago
#Stonehouse poem 36. I was a #Zen monk who didn't know Zen So I chose the woods for the years I had left A robe made of patches over my body A belt of bamboo around my waist Mountains and streams explain the Patriarch's meaning Flower smiles and birdsongs reveal the hidden key Sometimes I sit on a flat-topped rock Late cloudless nights once a month
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Storm&Bliss 3 months ago
The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse 14th century Buddhist monk, mountain hermit. 31. This body lasts about as long as a bubble May as well let it go Things don't often go as we wish Who can step back doesn't worry We blossom and fade like flowers We gather and part like clouds I stopped thinking about the world a long time ago Relaxing all day in a teetering hut #zen #buddha #poem
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Storm&Bliss 3 months ago
The Mountain Poems of Stonehouse 14th century Buddhist monk, mountain hermit. 14. I entered the mountains and learned to be dumb I am usually too tired to open my mouth I don't point out the mistakes of others My own faults are what I try to alter The tea must be ready my clay stove is red The moon must be up the paper windows are white Who in the past saw through this transient world Yen Tsu-ling fished alone from his rock