Learn from the earth and its cycles. The moon waxes and wanes, the tide ebbs and flows, and the trees shed their leaves in cycles. All beautiful things in nature go through darkness before refreshing themselves. Know that healing is slow but it’ll come, eventually. You’ll surely return whole and glowing. Care for yourself as you would care for your best friend or family member if they were wounded. Be gentle, patient, and nurturing. Encourage yourself to take walks, to eat well, to drink enough water, to sleep until you wake refreshed. Be conscious of the energy you’re projecting with … Continue reading This is what has worked for me…

There is no great dark spirit, no unholy magic that looms across the sky; there’s only you. And me. There is no great golden light that blesses you and not another; there is only your own greatness, and mine: the same innate intelligence and brilliance that holds the sun in the sky, that sprinkles the starlight, that spins the earth. Call it whatever you want… That is the light you are seeking, and it is ecstatic, pulsing wildly within you, cracking the stucco of the decorative walls you’ve built around it. It taps out the stories of your wildest dreams, … Continue reading There is only you…me, us…

We are the Stars We are the little specks of dust that formed under the sky. In darkness, we light the way. In brightness, we ease the rays. Every move is a waterfall to each embodiment. Every strike is a point to the universe. Separated or together, we are connected in ways we don’t realize. I turn to the left, you turn to the right in exact speed and distance. I take a step, you move backward. Our energy strings melodies and lyrics together. Our gas settles on light as security. And our shine is every man’s dream. We may … Continue reading

Old soul… I am having a deep-feeling days, but I feel not for myself alone. There is great sorrow. There is so much loss that has not been acknowledged. Some of it we see, and willfully ignore. Some of it lies unsuspected. There is ripping open that is happening. The streets flow red with blood, and we are acting as if we all have mere paper cuts. It is no wonder we go mad when we first begin to see. It is no wonder that some people scream in the streets, before they are removed from view — smeared in … Continue reading Old soul

There is a special place in my mind that I visit when I need to remember myself. It’s a wasteland of fragmented memories, and every corner is haunted by the ghosts of dreams I’ve outgrown or convinced myself I don’t want anymore. Their faces are pale and distorted. I feel them lurking in the shadows, glowering, waiting to be realized. All of my discarded ambitions hang from the rafts like sleeping bats, angry but dormant. I feel my way along the walls, bumping into boxes, chests, and picture frames until my fingertips run across grooves of splintered wood. I tear … Continue reading Special place…

Forgive me. I failed to hear your voice, and in the silence feared that you had left me. I had trained my ears to hear a booming sound. I yearned for a clear bell, straining to hear the call that would surely come. The loud shout that would rise over the fog with conviction. I raged and wept and writhed in the vast silence my mind perceived. It assaulted my every sense. Why would you not make yourself known to me? I, who strained so earnestly to hear your command. In my presumptuous overreaching I deafened myself to the soft, … Continue reading Forgive me

Enter here and lose everything. What sort of invitation is this? Who would be foolish enough to consciously choose this? The loss of my ideas; my concepts; my spiritual superstitions; my accomplishments; all strategies that allow me to stay separate and guarded; the ability to defend myself and construct a cocoon around my heart; fantasies about what will complete me; conditioned spiritual stories about awakening and enlightenment; my habitual quest for new and fabulous “high” states of consciousness; endless activities to exit embodied immediate experience to go to a more and better place; eternal confusion around closing to the crushing … Continue reading Enter here …

Uninspired, I seek your body in the dark and find you naked and on your belly.  The wooden slats in the shutters paint moonbeams across your back in a bar-code of light.  Each panel of your skin holds a splatter of freckles and birthmarks like paint specks and tiny suns.  I imagine you being the blueprint for the galaxy.  The Creator placing bits of glitter onto a sheet of velvet, held between the sparkling prongs of a pair of tweezers.  A moving map whose print doesn’t run in the rain.  I watch the shifting of moonlight until it becomes dawn’s … Continue reading Galaxies …

When you claimed the valley between my breasts And you sunk your heart in mine I began to believe in love. It was the time when we spoke of all Without fears and secrets And when there was no ego between us. The moment when you got out of the room But got inside my heart even deeper As I felt you mine and with me, always. When you had no life and I had no life Yet we were the only life. The most bitter curse on the face of this earth this is The bliss was just a … Continue reading Lost …

In trying to collect little pieces of my morning – a forgotten book, an empty sweater, a muted television, I decide that your question is a deeper one, that somewhere between the stretch of our conversation and a family of little spoons, you had become lost the night before and had to eat your dinner alone. Have I become that strange to you? Have I wandered too far? It is now six in the morning and I can hear my heart beating. I’ll lay here for a couple of minutes more trying to fill my day with things to do … Continue reading June 25, 2012