Spirituality

  • Glorious Sun

    Never become separate from the raging, hungry depths of you. Sweet you. Sweet, glorious sun. Shine for a thousand tomorrows. Shine for a thousand blazing days of you. Continue reading

  • Write With The Wind

    I cannot create unless I soften. I cannot write with the wind, I must become it. I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things. Human is but a small part of me. The… Continue reading

  • The Apple Tree Of Everything

    This is the Apple Tree of Everything. You may pick only one apple, today. Hold it in your hand. Look at it. Really, look at this apple you have picked. To say it is red is hardly enough. There are… Continue reading

  • Healing Again

    Some more memories came up for healing, today. It is the most fascinating process, it truly is. Especially considering the memories, as they come up, are attached to a physical feeling within my body and a recognition of the vibration… Continue reading

  • Stained Glass

    The beautiful stained glass of this life. Light and colour, forgiveness of the shadow in every stroke. Hate is pain solidified. Love is the river and the wind to set it free. Continue reading

  • Butterfly

    Do you think a caterpillar knows, upon entering her cocoon, that she will soon die to the only form she’s ever known? Do you think she is afraid of the dark of the wait, or what might find her on… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    Today, I begin the school of life again. I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown. I am afraid. I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid— the beautiful tendril… Continue reading

  • My Sun

    When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading

  • Serious

    Why so serious? When all you need to know is: I am human. So are you. Why paint our condition with news voices and walls that keep us stuck in the rat race of clown face. Have we become but… Continue reading

  • Soon

    I know you hear them. The bells that ring for you sing for you bring for you the stepping stones of destiny. What if I were to tell you it’s all much easier than you think? What if I were… Continue reading