Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
Would be demigods, seeking the worship of men Have always used fear to build walls Walls of the heart between you and I, us and them The great spiritual teachers…
Would be demigods, seeking the worship of men Have always used fear to build walls Walls of the heart between you and I, us and them The great spiritual teachers…
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…
Oh my soul How I do love you Yet at times too it seems I am such a novice Learning yet how to even court How to hold you close…
Sometimes I can find no respect for myself It is true Though once shameful to admit given how devoted I can be to cultivating it from others now I am…
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…
Until a man has hung suspended by the North Star naked and upside down then buried and eaten by worms and been born again into milkweed and monarch into wild…
What if I were to tell you everything you learned in church and school of how to be who you truly are is wrong? You know the truth of this….