Inside the cathedral of self Where stained glass Casts patterns on the floor I breathe in reverence and sit In bombed out pews Where tabernacle shines radiant in the ventricles of the heart The roof is a blue sky open to the birds and Tumbled bricks and stone Form a foot rest My spiritual home […]
La pioggia stilla The rain drips|trickles … La pioggia scivola The rain slides|glides … La pioggia cade lieve The rain falls softly …. La pioggia sussurra The rain whispers … La pioggia sussurra alla finestra The rain whispers at the window Ahhhhh Vivi nella bellezza Live in beauty … I’m learning Italian. My mind is […]
I learned from the flood that it will stop raining eventually and the water will reach up to the eaves submerge the roof until the house dissapears and so does the earth but eventually the sky ceases to cry and the flood recedes the ground to dry and then grow grass and no one looking […]
Silence When everything is a mess Silence When it all shatters in your hands Silence Holds everything together Until reality takes over again Silence Is where God waits Silence Is where thinking ends And if you Just Descend Heart open Mouth closed Mind floating Silence Is Where it all begins again
Humans We think that if we carefully contain ourselves Inside our scant and small stretched hides That we will not be judged Cursed with criticism And if we do the “right” thing We shall abide in that all encompassing comfortable thing Called acceptance But I have discovered we are not made for acceptance Such a […]
The highThe lowThe in betweenNot risingNor fallingNot yetAnythingTo catch it thereBeforeEverythingAnd decideWhat comes nextIf onlyI could
Silence is not intended to be the destination it is supposed to be where you rest reflect and then move onOtherwise the stone you embodyBecomes your home Response from “Love” during our conversation this morning … Elizabeth Gilbert Letters to love Have you heard of them? I began my own today. Letters to love. My […]
And the trees begin to whisper like they are sharing a secret that only they can hear But if I’m very quiet And very clear I can hear it too *In silence, nature, everything becomes clear, it’s as if we too become our natural selves and blend into the breath of the earth, the breeze. […]
The revolution of a spiral. A circle. The wind-chime sound of movement. If all we are doing is constantly changing, who are we to claim authenticity? What does authenticity resemble when the self is disassembling daily? Somewhere in all the motion — the incomplete decisions, the conflicting inner opinions — is a small, anchored “I.” […]
If I take this story in my hands It is less than perfect The steps that get us to where we are Are rarely beautiful They look quirky Different lengths Patterns Some will leave splinters in your hands As a warning Don’t do that again Behind every masterpiece Is a dumpster Full of rubbish But […]
