Consciousness swells through the sound of nothing. The bliss eternal — of emptiness, of form — arrives without rushing. It co-arises in a co-constructive nature Co-creating and weaving reality into something major. It is all in us, as we are interconnected fractal creatures Coming to life with delight, evolving new…

The Three-Part Process Philosophy for Our Times, Waxed in Prose — Center Reality emerges through the pores of the godhead. It whistles with the air and smells of sage. Steady, settled high above the peak of Lone Mountain Clouds paint the sky surreal. Across the Way Nestled in the green August valley We experience the undulations of an everlasting light. A hawk haws in the distance. A…

What will you take with you to the grave? What will you gift the world and what will you save? What does your future hold? Will you be bold or…

Free everlasting Moments of hope Remembered In the silence Of a smile. 🙂

This is a short story about life. A tale of demigods, dragons, and butterflies, Immense joy and freedom from strife. It is a song of cries, a praise for the sage! Seen between your eyes, the secret of our age. Spirit came to Brahmbah (body of worldmind), and shared many…

Synchronous happenings of divine intervention. Thinking happenstances created by your attention. As you believe in yourself, perceive in yourself the holy spark. Receiving direction from the four winds, where there is no X there is no mark. As you cross time and space, as you recognize yourself in the environment, You look into the face of God in his retirement. Gaze into the future of your being through this seeing.

Before the dawn, there is rain. Nothing to look upon, no pain. As a vessel of light I look in To the divine love of my kin. Souls before me and beyond All that entails will be spawned By this seeing, here in the pitter-patter of sense vibration. All manifestation recognize this declaration: I am here. I am free. I am infinite. Get used to it!

Meandering through a morning mantra… Sunday morning and the clouds are thick. Peering through the shell like a baby chick… I am in awe of what I see. Could it be, all this is really me? Infinite consciousness layered through fractals like a tree; In this life, is there a key? Is there a purpose, is there a way through? What do we imagine we are here to do? To play, to dance, to survive and reproduce?

Deepening into my soul. I feel whole. Waking up in the early morning and the light is dull. There is a smile on my face, a saving grace. New adventures of becoming, ain’t nothin to chase. I am still. I am free. I am liberated now I see. It is…