Drifting, memories across all timelines.Washing over me, birdsongs drowning out the breeze.tuning to the day that will come. Living pulsing golden light, the scarlet from beneathWashed in the blood of the lamb, who would have thought?Ascending into the holy of … Continue reading
Out of religionout of dogmaout of language.Remembrance fades as memory gains.Growing more gracious and ever so compassionate,Recalibrating the circuit boardswirling into attunementstirring into the beyondopening and expandingalwayssofteningexploringviva la womankind and mankindwelcome to the big-time folks.
My fedora is doing a little seated mediation while simultaneously saving a spot, not so much on the counter but for the stool tucked in just under the countertop. Takes me back to my second-grade years, remember saving the seat … Continue reading
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