Month: November 2017

alignment, beginnings and endings, Buddhism, Connection, creative writing, lyrical prose, poetry, prose, spiritual journey, spiritual practice, spiritual prose, Spirituality, Uncategorized

In time

All things rise and fall, waves rushing shore only to recede out of reach. We’d have to be in the deep end where calm abides and the feathers go unruffled. Life teaches us this. We learn in time, our own time. It passes. Our reach out of reach, too late for the reaching. It happens in moments. Timing. It is everything, including an illusion. What … Continue reading In time

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abundance, faith, Gratitude, lyrical prose, poetry, prose, spiritual prose, Uncategorized

To be empty|To be full

Nothing is missing inside of life. Completion. We possess all that is, separation an illusion of the ego facing the truth of the mirror. It can only threaten. It cannot act. We access the All in all ways when we turn toward the within, and go. It is inside our going that we arrive at the door—cracked, never closed. To enter is a decision of … Continue reading To be empty|To be full

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