why is the shadow louder than the light is it because we can stare down the well but not at the sun we can look into the canyon as if it were the sky we can see the clouds and we will see there is light
Category Archives: great reads!
feral remains
may you remain slightly feral not so much so that humanity becomes your enemy nor society your alien but just so much so that mother nature is your kin feral enough that the rain causes you to raise your face to the sky not down to stay dry that the dirt calls your feet toContinue reading “feral remains”
queued up
may your quest be of questioning with no need for answers may your quench be squelched not with liquid but more so with calling may your quill be quickened with the pace of your heart’s voice may your qualms be quieted with no news of knowing may your quilt be the quotient of all patchesContinue reading “queued up”
natural cycles
the sun rose the bird chirped the musician strummed the dancer spun the drummer drummed the poet wrote the singer sang the painter stroked the owl howled the sun set naturally
bard dom
be the bard of your own borders the lines of which you cannot see that are yet to be written in the sand by your hand in the mist by your wrist in the air by your stare be the bard of your yard that has no fence without an entrance without need of defenseContinue reading “bard dom”
life’s carnival
i wanted each one of those fake rabbit feet dyed in colors unnatural and each of those magical mood rings that could speak for what i could not say and the crystal domed snow cone of ice drenched in a rainbow the baby blue cotton candy and the pink one, too the feathers dangling fromContinue reading “life’s carnival”
gate weigh
how heavily must you stress to press against the iron to move those rusted hinges because you think you want what is beyond the gate? is there really a weight or a wait? is there resistance? are your heels dug in and your head dropped down? look up look in the gateway to your soulContinue reading “gate weigh”
running with quills
go ahead pluck that plume grab that falling feather from mid air dip the tip into the mud write your story in earth
write again
when i write i am real when i think i don’t feel when i speak i’m not heard when i scribe i’m a bird if i leap i will fly if i look i will die if there is reason in all that matters may i be forever mad as a hatter
doubt less
and in what world would it make sense for one to be born into hesitation? do you see the river reluctant to flow? in fear of breaching its banks? do you find a frog in mid leap? in distrust that it might land? if you were to become, again, anew this day with no knowingContinue reading “doubt less”
sick nest
flee they said fly free this nest is best left empty
in gradients
there is no recipe to get it right no exact mix nor measure which will guarantee our life to be one that equates to pleasure there are only guesses and guides messes and backslides to move us onward to make us collide into our wholeness that return into our solid selves which makes us feel moreContinue reading “in gradients”
chalk dust
color me in chalk dunk me in dust coat me in ash let my life chisel the crust
known knot
beguiling this you ambiguity beguiling and beckoning and beaconing because you are truly life as we do not know it truly life alive ambiguous in your defiance of the stasis which is death always a reminder to pause but not to stop nor stand still in fear await for an answer to questions unasked unaskableContinue reading “known knot”
go on
mid sentence she put down the books picked up a stone swallowed its story as it were her own exited the fog that was a door entered the mist that was nature’s floor stepped outward to step inward journeying on no path which was the path the only path that would ever be truly herContinue reading “go on”
stick out
there was a stick and it got stuck and then it thought “i’m in the mud and i feel stuck but i am a stick so stillness and stuckedness must be my way and so although this mud it feels a mess and it is starting to set and hardened and tighten around me iContinue reading “stick out”
off fire
would i look more alive if thrown into that fire? the one with the flames hypnotic chaotic overly exotic but oh so distorted contorted overly reported as to their import did you forget that calm is the way? stare instead at the ash it shows what it is
show enough
ancestors one a vein had nothing to show for it everything to lose everything to hide because it was all hidden within ancestors one a veil had everything to show nothing to hide nothing to lose because there was nothing there
one condition
you may never understand but you can always love and if you can’t yet understand but think you must first understand you may never love but if you can first love you may eventually understand
nuts! did you miss the podcast?
recently, i had the joy and delight of being interviewed by one of the most magical beings i have ever met; Sheila Masterson. Sheila hosted me on her amazing podcast, Living Tarot! we yarned about the creative process, listening to intuition in all aspects of life and how “messy” is not the same as beingContinue reading “nuts! did you miss the podcast?”
simple complex
when the simplest of things delivers the greatest of joys is when you realize this is as complex as it ever need be again and always
illume innate
may the twilight sky’s hues be as whisper sheer as the pansy’s petal when held to the sun may its purples be like popsicle stains on your tongue on your shirt on the sidewalk may its tangerines be like the juices of rains on your window panes may its ceruleans be like the memories ofContinue reading “illume innate”
pain fully clear
i see your pain not like a flame no rage afire instead it wafts like steam off the heat of the street like vapors only visible on an odd angle suppressed molten a-boil about to release an incarnate yearning dying to be set free that which it has not faced anger now awoken and aggravatedContinue reading “pain fully clear”
LIVE squirrel!
THE BOOK IS AVAILABLE NOW wondering where your wonderment went? SQUIRREL invites you to return to your inner awe. you may be asking “but, how do I know if SQUIRREL is the book for me?” if you answer “YES” to any of the following, seek SQUIRREL: do you have a short attention span? do youContinue reading “LIVE squirrel!”
earth angel
may your halo be made of sweet, plump honey bees may your shroud be a cloud of their golden nectar’s dust your dander from dandelions your perfume from peonies your lip tint from plums your blush from all blooms and berries earth angel
tree line
when the roots could go no farther down they widened and went out until they were left exposed like teeth dangling from rotten gums unearthed year after year after year the trees had crept backward they had shriveled they had hunkered down contracted from the earth’s contract that had been broken year after year afterContinue reading “tree line”
what’s the difference?
maybe you were wondering just what goes on behind the scenes when you want to bring a dream (i.e. tiny book) to life. MAGIC MAGIC and HELP help from highly gifted people. here is just one example of the talented hearts that i have been blessed to work with on this book journey in bringingContinue reading “what’s the difference?”
dense city
if you are going to dig through that mire through the mud if you are you going to dive deep into the dirt ask is it because you aspire for something to transpire? are you looking for the air or for the flat in the tire? you will find whatever is on your mind soContinue reading “dense city”
avoid dance
so what if they’re not playing your song are you going to wait idly by avoiding the floor for the music out there to match the drum beat in your heart or will you turn up the soundtrack in your head and dance to your song no matter what other’s think they hear
still staying
sometimes staying still is actually stepping forward leaving may seem like going but leaving can be retreating so have you fled not faced retraced? or have you led not hid amid when you stay or when you go?
serpent tears
that snake will shed its skin and not one tear it does not fret and regret nor become upset it knows better it moves on with less friction and that bird with its molting does not turn to moping and that tree does not weep as the sap seeps as the leaves fall at itsContinue reading “serpent tears”
the point
what is the point? or where? can you point to it? if you get there, will you know it? let me know because what really is the point? do two lines finally converge? if you walk far enough, focus hard enough or is there no point? in that nothing actually comes together convergence is emergenceContinue reading “the point”
hold her
she held your space held your body held your hand held your hair held your heart she held her tongue
who knew?
i didn’t know. somehow i was supposed to tell you 3 years ago, that i was going to write a book last year and that this year i am publishing it. who knew? forgive me in this moment for not having the foresight with hindsight required. lesson learned!…? ok, with the future-past behind us (orContinue reading “who knew?”
the remains
what remains to be said is often already seen what remains to be seen has often been said are you hearing what you are seeing? are seeing what you are hearing? what will remain of it?
deeper waters
know when the waters have become too shallow and the seas are too vast that it is no longer your time to buoy anchoring has kept you afloat without being adrift yes but when there are farther horizons and deeper oceans and they call they call to your now adventurous and brave spirit you must know theContinue reading “deeper waters”
matter of taste
the nougat in the mushroom the mallow in the marrow the syrup in the blood the citrus in the synapse the nectar in the tear the pepper in the peat the spice in the cedar the liquor of the loam the wine in the weed are we one and of the same
knew again
and i promise when ever i see you again even though it will be new and what i think i knew of me and of you will need to be left aside to allow the new for what i knew of what was me and what i thought i knew of what was you willContinue reading “knew again”
wood night triplets
three awoke amidst the woods the first, named WAS the second, IF the third, NOW lost and un-compassed they knew they must move on as the temperatures were dropping and the darkness grew darker WAS ran screaming backwards trying to retrace every step that it could not see to reach what it could not clearlyContinue reading “wood night triplets”
confessing
today found me jealous of the moss of the mulch of the corpse of the cicada
mineral
i am water i am earth and thus mineral so i am mud i am metal rusting into the puddle who knows it is the ocean the ocean who knows it is a puddle and they do not need to profess or pontificate upon their universal unity in source, there is no need there isContinue reading “mineral”
forget it
forgetting is the new remembering it’s trending but don’t worry trends don’t last and neither do your brain cells so why all the struggle to shove more info into your already overstuffed head hole? i don’t have the answer, but i can tell you if you want to remember, you have to forget what? yes,Continue reading “forget it”
exhausted?
and when you have finally been able to completely and without a doubt exhaust seeking, seeing and finding every ounce of beauty and goodness available to be found in the vastness of this existence then and only then may you go forth or should we say backward and dare to seek the ugly as ifContinue reading “exhausted?”
weighting
what is the weight of waiting? if there is a lightness of being, present in this current pausing, then by all means, remain in the midst. let this time and space pass through you with ease. yet and when, the waiting gets weightier, we might begin to wonder, what is being lodged within? our attentionContinue reading “weighting”
lava-sagna
It was the early 1970’s. Before the oil crisis. Gas tanks and wallets were pretty full. Life moved fast and it seemed there would never be a limit in place. Safety was optional or at least negotiable – like seatbelts, curfews, humanity. People had trouble and fun with trying to keep up. Plastics were exciting,Continue reading “lava-sagna”
don’t wish
a better tomorrow always seems possible, but have i abandoned today for it? we are always on the eve of something greater, yes. but have we celebrated every last second out of this moment, right now? and if not, i catch myself wondering, why? setting hopes afloat feels like fun yet, am i perhaps wantingContinue reading “don’t wish”
moon beams
moonbeams they look like light bright when you are afar when you are upclose soft like milk in a jar
power play
all weakness is perception all strength is realization
vague
sometimes vague is all we have. and we must be willing to be ok with that or, it simply shows us that we might be clinging to an outcome that is out of our control. our thoughts are all we can control. we get to decide where our thoughts will go and then, decide again.Continue reading “vague”
no knock
we do not open a portal to peace. it is always open. we closed and keeping closing the door. no one will be knocking. you could have answered the silence. and entered the silence. at will. at any time. and then. you could have disassembled the imaginary hinges. once and for always. there will be no knock.Continue reading “no knock”
neutral
the power of neutral – can you at least get to neutral? can you summon yourself to crawl from the gravity? to stop the density that pulls you down? to not spiral? can you call yourself back from the tornado of chaos? can you land on terra firma? can you at least get neutral? neutralContinue reading “neutral”
tilt
enough? is this the day when the pendulum’s swing is witnessed as far and as wide in the direction as we will ever again agree to ride with it?
stumblin’ in
welp, here we are. i promised a blog and so it begins. first, i want to thank you for being on the receiving end of this entry. it has really helped to apply exponential amounts of pressure which, i know, i asked for. sure, i have put a lot of pressure on myself over theContinue reading “stumblin’ in”
this is that
this is that initial entry, that post, that first, fresh attempt at not trying. this is what i thought would be impossibly easy and seriously ridiculous. this is when i burned my journal and realized the transmutation had occurred. the words finally set free from the physical confines of that constricting composition book. here isContinue reading “this is that”
j light MUSE 