Pinked nails into the tide cut Heaving the flow apart My body the knife to follow Engorged in subliminal pleasure Sinew pulsed in stretch Glinted raindrops fall on tight water skin Reverberate in an attempt to reach heaven again White rebounds meet my face Salted meets unsalted Tears todays carving This mornings grief washed tenderly away It has no place here The prison behind me I am present to my own undrowning.

What’s the fear of not having a life purpose I wonder. We seem to get really caught up in having to know why we are here and what it’s all about. We try wracking our brains for the answer to this esoteric question. Another awesome one is who am I…

I feel it in my chest, It's empty, so empty it’s cavernous, It’s an empty stripped bear space, I’m not used to it feeling like this, All my pent up emotions, All of my angst, All of my passionate suffering, Isn’t there and it’s frightening, It’s terrifying to not give…

I used to think enlightenment was a place to get to. I had to develop myself into it. It was something I would grow into if I worked on myself enough. Enlightenment was something outside of me that I had to pull into me. I could learn myself into enlightenment…

When we hear the word spirituality, we tend to look at it as a way of living our life. It is a doing thing to be spiritual. We have to act a certain way, being Om and chilled, meditating, doing Yoga, or breathwork, adding in some journaling and taking in…

Infinite love – the mojo of life. What does Mojo mean to you? To me and those I have asked, the replies have been many and varied. Some see and experience it as the sensual energy that makes our toes curl and our hearts beat a little faster. Some see…

Many pass me unseen as they strive for the top, For I rest along the journey, So quietly I go unnoticed. As upwards they gaze, to the end they seek, Missing the beauty within their sights along the way. Ive rooted here for a very long age, Among the craggy…

Life, an experience. Life has been a meandering cottage path between pungent blooms of rainbow flowers and thorny jagged thistles. Quiet bridges over gently bubbling brooks with the sparkling sun dappling in my eyes and fighting the current of the ocean in a torrid blistering storm. And everything and every…

There is a place deep inside that I get to see truly sometimes, It’s warm and inviting and peaceful. I say its inside but really its upside, downside, inside and all sides, It’s total, wherever I am. It’s where I dont listen to the thoughts that I hear, The chatter…