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 expanse

I want to be there inside the depth of the depth. That is the place where the Light exists. It hides in the open spaces. It is seen by the eye of the seeker. It is known beyond one’s ability to know. This is the place of emptiness where the feeling waits to be felt. Where the intangible nature of the All can be touched … Continue reading The expanse

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

Questionless

I see inside the night. Mysterious things in the dark flicker. The light gets through. Some things are to be known. Questionless. The light always gets through. Even perfect circles have holes. All things cracked enough for the light. The magic happens when you know this: that there is no question at the root of your standing. To be without questions, yet doubt all that … Continue reading Questionless

It depends on what you desire

We cannot miss that which we let go. To miss is to misunderstand the letting go. To miss is to linger long-lasting in a past that no longer has a face, has lost color, has removed itself from the richness of the present. Some things we are unable to see—stuck there on the turntable where the record has scratched itself into new lyrics. What of the … Continue reading It depends on what you desire

Fear and truth cannot exist in a single breath

It creeps up on us in the dark when the ghosts blink by. Traces like faint breath collapsing inside itself. Fear. We listen only to the sound of Truth. Guided by the Light that the dark can’t find its way. Some shadows themselves have shadows. Eyes been closed so long the lock tightens; the braille freezes touch. We can’t learn our way through. Can’t think … Continue reading Fear and truth cannot exist in a single breath

Between space and intimacy |the self|

We choose. This is the path of life. We make choices. Even not making a choice itself is a choice. They lead us into spaces and places that reveal the “I” inside of the self. That is the journey of life: encountering the true self. Who through bright eyes dim sees the core of himself and nods? Who through dim eyes bright turns away afraid … Continue reading Between space and intimacy |the self|