Sleep

I looked inside your closed eyes, wanted to know you more fully—touch the tips of intimacy palm in hand. Dance with me while we sit here in exchange of energy flowing the floor in-breeze. Step with me while we linger long in the bed of Life. I share space with you. I give to you my favorite pillow that dreams come swiftly, a massage to … Continue reading Sleep

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 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

Some call it meditation. I call it sitting to know.

They come and go like the rain of San Miguel. Thoughts. At times I follow them. Other times I notice them and inquire from where they have traveled, and to where they desire to go. There are times when I stop them. To redirect them. Lead them in the direction of truth. This is the practice of life: We bring ourselves back. It happens only … Continue reading Some call it meditation. I call it sitting to know.