What I know to be true

When I glance over my forty-two years of life, I see how I have never had many friends, but that I have always had at least one, one who saw me, and loved me deeply. I will never be one with many friends. I travel mostly alone, and not that I do not desire to be close to another, but that I am from another … Continue reading What I know to be true

Time immemorial

I’ve seen the face of gratitude. The mirror does not lie. I’ve turned it toward you. My reflection. You remind me of what I’ve forgotten. You listen to the remembrance of my core when I return again to truth. You are the stone upon which I have carved our meeting: April 5, 1975. I awoke in the wee hours of that morning. A cry let … Continue reading Time immemorial

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

All is well

It comes cool to calm, like warmth over the chill of the cold. Peace. I welcome it the way I welcome gratitude bursting from the seams of my inner. This is the walk of my journey through this lifetime. I rise and I fall in seemingly the same moment. I give thanks and I cry for the way of my mind’s movement at times through … Continue reading All is well

All things are within: The dark and the light

We decide in moments that we make decisions. The way is created from the opening of our stepping. We step through after the mind creates the way. Contradiction. Life moves at the speed of a beat that belongs to no one. Watch. That is the only requirement inside of life: to watch. We bear witness to ourselves with wisdom and the experience that wells up … Continue reading All things are within: The dark and the light

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