In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
“Which way Mama?” “That depends what type of bird you feel like.” Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here … Continue reading
Kid can do a lot…so much potential energy, he doesn’t even realize it. One day. Keeping up this talent of his, he may get there swiftly. Something about creating with your hands and wet clay spinning…it’s quite a feeling. My … Continue reading
A masquerade of a darken pit into hell, this roomA ruse, this tousled bedNot offered, respectNo longer on defense, my acceptanceWorthy of validation, my love, my grace to all circumstance I begetYour vision of me, who the fuck caresMental aerobics … Continue reading
Looking at things at the wrong end of the scope…no one who sees from the other end ever regrets it for a second even after name calling usually followed by a long harangue. I’ll take pareidolia for I can’t imagine … Continue reading
Divinely and infinitely flowing,our good will come to us, knowing.Endowed with power to unfold,our truest nature,the image and the likenesscomplete, in the God-mind and vision.Joy, love, abundance and peacecomes forth with us,expressing soin all that we are.
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading
In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading
I wrote about this my first year in college. I have the original on a floppy disk, remember those? However, no device to plug it into to retrieve my writings from back in the day. Whatever I wrote, had my … Continue reading
I wouldn’t consider this a path to enlightenment, but it’s a path nonetheless. All we can do is close our eyes and listen as darkness descends and reminisce about singing all night for no other reason but love. We cannot … Continue reading
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