The storm

It can be heard dripping down to puddles. It calms-to-end just as quickly as it came without warning, leaves a trail of itself behind so that the remembering stays. The swimmers are many. They tire. Those who ride the current are few. They arrive. It is when we allow, when we open ourselves to the widening of Life that we get there to the place … Continue reading The storm

When Epiphany shows up dressed fully in the intention of Its name

I can only be open. This is the way of my movement through life. Rivers runs deep crossing bridges invisible to the eye opened. Some things can only be seen in the dark solitude of one’s soul. I go there, wherever there is of my going. Air. Nothing exists outside the breath of the All, and all is what I know when I turn there … Continue reading When Epiphany shows up dressed fully in the intention of Its name