Mysticism

The Rain, the Snow, the Wind

That which is recurring comes and goes, yet always remains

Being Disciplined Enough to Be a Free Spirit

Telling the truth isn’t always easy

POETRY

The Opening of the Door

A poem about non-doing

Voices in my head

The conversation between Inner Mystic and Inner Analyst

The Mystic’s Awakening

I don’t know the last time I felt so light; as a cloud on a summer day or a sigh from a sleeping baby.

Prayer

When will I hear the shepherd’s hiss …

IT’S DELICATE BUSINESS

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It’s a damned near full moon