This is the sound and sight of pure bliss.
Entwined without divide
Common threadsSometimes have no endThey pass-throughEntwineComplimentWithout…
It is a rather fine tale, of those who run from their hearts,engines fueled by the beating of what lies within,what lies we tell…
A poem
I chip away at myself,As if I’ll find some golden egg at the core of my being,Like I’m…
A poem.
We sentient beings rage restlessly against the universe which gave birth to our souls.Endlessly…
The noise is supposed to tell youwhere you should beYour curb deepenssidewalk somehow a mapa whole bloody atlas away Somehow…
Over the last number of years, I have undergone deep spiritual and…
The first time I ever laid eyes on the bay I recognized it. The part of me comprised of water leapt…
no self consciousness
this self is only a vehicle for the Divine