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

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

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

My Traveling Companion

  You took me and carried me. This has always been my prayer: that you hold me. that you carry me. We have conversations about the way of the journey. You reveal the moments I Am, and when I am not, you carry me still. You lead me back to the start of the beginning where I see the door, and enter. I tell you … Continue reading My Traveling Companion

Questionless

I see inside the night. Mysterious things in the dark flicker. The light gets through. Some things are to be known. Questionless. The light always gets through. Even perfect circles have holes. All things cracked enough for the light. The magic happens when you know this: that there is no question at the root of your standing. To be without questions, yet doubt all that … Continue reading Questionless