Entering the Temple of Gratitude
I know you have been suckling the Milk of Life at Gaia’s breasts from her tender generous nipples your entire life since before the moment you first placed naked feet…
Browsing Category:
3 The Power of Arrival
Enough with Theology—at Last!
Tell me please, dear soul, when you walk upon the Earth do the soles of your feet touch your mother with your heart? And when you walk with this love…
Perhaps You Can Tell Me
I. Perhaps you can tell me should you know Is this what it is to listen to one’s soul To become still enough quiet enough inside like one brittle January…
The Cross We Are Hung Upon
Here, then, is the cross that you and I that we are hung upon, is it not? Can we trust this awakening scratching for release from inside the egg’s shell…
I heard a poem call my name today
I heard a poem call my name today while walking an isle at the grocery store It subtly invited my attention the way a half-remembered dream becomes whole only if…
Seeking to be other than I am
I have sought, longed desired and craved to be many things other than I am Heroic champion of the suppressed and suffering World changer of narrow tribal religious and political…
I took my shadow for a walk today
I took my shadow for a walk today Though perhaps it is my shadow taking me for this walk Sometimes it is hard to tell between us who it is…