I see the sadness in your eyes
I see the world as you want it to be,
but it isn’t.
Can I ask of you
to see that all is as it should be.
Clarity within this lifetime
“Oh my, to live wholly.” she smiled.
What a visionary might.
There can be such simplicity to all life.
The Mystic’s Eye
The substructure of humanity, the origination, the runs of crosses and crises more sincere, and more founded, without the lords deciding there is heresy.
The Monk’s Grace
Accept without correction.
Understand without condition.
Smile without consideration.
It will be.
Good morning Joe — Who Cares?
The inability to give the intended care crushes the spirit over time
Universal Look at our consciousness
A look at our universal self. Our universal consciousness travels. Our...
Journey of Light
Little girl, wandering over yonder there,
searching for her right,
seeking the infinite views,
and restoring her light.
The physical eyes they see distortions of the self.
They see reflections that project back the external you.
Take down the mirrors and remove those echoes.
Your Sacred Ground
When do we walk bare feet onto our Sacred Ground? What is important to...
The Whole Story
Our whole story needs to come into play. The authentic self, it needs to...
The Transcribed Emergence— is it time yet?
she lives upon the sunlit planet her heart they say,
lies in the woven matrix that contains the threads of the universal eternity
and the clarity of the evolving consciousness.
Bridging The Gap
Spirituality is not a god, but it is a state, is when you meet yourself and live...
Waking Up Is Hard To Do.
Nothing to dress the body
nothing to readdress the self
nothing but silence—
the warrior is done.
Illusion she did meet
We all have the ability to meet Illusion; she has such wonderful seductive power. She can sooth the nerves, wipe your brow and meet the highs with the diligence of supporting your every want.
Ssh, I Got A Secret, do you have a secret?
No longer are beliefs, cultures, or religions
making that indelible mark on my being.
No longer what they say
creates a spark of indignation.
The Comedian’s Coat Of Many Colours
The coat of colours was not mute enough, serious enough, conformed enough— no it was loud, shocking, funny, unique—and this coat created an individual.