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