Altar call

What of the earth calls for us when our hands touch ground and we inhale the scent of rain having left a part of itself? Prostration. The below is the above. All things a reflection through the eyes of the one who Sees. We prostrate that we might return again to the Source. On our knees are we found. It is the seat of worship. … Continue reading Altar call

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

The Sustenance of God

I looked for you. The miles many until the road curved and the light revealed itself, like a moon full. This is what happens when you enter. You arrive. The journey but a moment in time, though decades have called me. They have named me. And only you know the language hidden between lines before the gray turns black and the white shows. Then you … Continue reading The Sustenance of God

Stay Woke

I sit in contemplation that the hidden be revealed. It dwells there behind the recesses of my mind. Truth. I retrieve it as though a memory locked in a box. No box. No lock. The key has always been there in the seeking, in the turning within. To follow inside the going is to arrive at the place of non-arriving. There is nowhere to go … Continue reading Stay Woke

Night light

Because I can only stand here, I can’t stand there. Some things aren’t meant to dwell together: Light. Dark. We come to see the seeing of our sight when we open ourselves to the light. Dark, too, has a purpose: Reminds us of what is and what is not. Reminds us of where we are and where we are not. Reminds us of the people … Continue reading Night light