I go there, wherever there is to go

An Ode to San Miguel de Allende, a small colonial mountain town in Mexico that was my home for ten months. I am reminded that all things arise, and all things fall away; all things come, and all things go. I stand now at the exit, a door that was just before an entrance into a world foreign. No longer separated by language. I have … Continue reading I go there, wherever there is to go

We wait eyes closed for the answer

It all comes down to now, to this moment inside of time where the unknown reveals itself that the knowing might be known. All things in time even when the time seems there outside of reach. We reach still that the extension of our arm be met with grace. May gratitude sustain us for the cup that runneth over to overflow where bounty shows itself … Continue reading We wait eyes closed for the answer

Blind faith

Breathing you do I become full. Light penetrates the essence of the All that we might walk and see our way through dark spaces. It shows us the way; helps us find the cracks that lead us always there. Within. Freedom dwells at the core of the within. Through time and space has it been revealed, a reminder of eternity. We are vast inside of … Continue reading Blind faith

The Abstract

The essence of life inside of time, is but a whisper. We feel it against the skin of our necks. Gentle. It moves us the way leaves flow there, bouncing from sky to earth going where it goes, until it stops. We hold tightly in our hands these moments, these memories of coming together. Oneness. What other than that. Some questions are statements. We ask … Continue reading The Abstract

What I know to be true

When I glance over my forty-two years of life, I see how I have never had many friends, but that I have always had at least one, one who saw me, and loved me deeply. I will never be one with many friends. I travel mostly alone, and not that I do not desire to be close to another, but that I am from another … Continue reading What I know to be true

I am listening

In each moment do I come to know more fully what this is about, why I am here: To look and to see. To listen and to hear. It has been me all along. It is true. It has, and no one can show you the way of that. Some things we must come to know in that one moment when all aligns and receptivity … Continue reading I am listening