Infinite Presence

It happens in the moment that we turn within. We hear the way of the path and the path of the way. The clutter of mind turned chaos fades behind life’s backdrop that the spotlight shows clearly the way. It is an unpaved path down an open road so vast the mind seeks not to know. It understands deeply that all things are available in … Continue reading Infinite Presence

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

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

Next to God

I’ve ticked time backward. Slept in that the early bird has a chance. All things wake in time. Through the window of my soul do I see the light; bright like the sun has received the moon. It happens when the body opens to the breath of its reflection. Dance. We whirl, like dervishes in praise communing with grace; it is a gift, that, and ease. The … Continue reading Next to God

Open to the way

In my mind do I travel with you there to the open space of the open road. I hold your hand that I might remember what Spirit feels like. I look inside your eyes to see the Light. The moon has a way of leading us, luring us into the spaces we’ve not before seen. You hold my secrets. Delicate. Strength. You carry my deepest … Continue reading Open to the way

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