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…
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 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…
I took a walk today wandering game trails faintly worn traveling deep into the forest where beings of ancient ages live centuries old some others—uncounted thousands I do pause at…
Carelessly I spooked them startled them into running maybe 30 yards before stopping turning in curiosity to see or smell if possible who or what walked in among them so…
There are many teachers in this world desirous of and eager to claim your loyalty. But perhaps you prefer claiming one of them for your own. Either way choose your…
The Healing of the World Depends on this Courage Woke into a thick 2AM darkness swirling around me. I withdrew, inside, I confess until at last I found the comfort…
Woke in the night to the ancient voices of denigration and unworthiness to never-can and never-will be enough for the self-love of relaxing into “just as I am.” Caught the…