Category Archives: poetic

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”

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?”

moonbeams  they look like light bright when you are afar when you are upclose soft like milk in a jar

all weakness is perception all strength is realization

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”

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”

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?