She did lift her skirt
a mycelium thread first weaves itself around my heart
like a web of nerves just for perceiving and sensing the world
then inserts itself—exploring my innermost secret chamber
where lives the name that cannot be spoken
Emmanuel—The Farmer of Children, Soil and Peace
“The more they love the soil the more they love each other.” — Emmanuel Karisa Baya
How many selfs make a Self?
I have become,
much to my chagrin,
a lover of questions
and now I am indeed confused
for I wonder,
What is the self?
Today I shall bury myself
I Something inside me has to die I realize in the two AM blackness for something new to be born perhaps you know the feeling you don’t know exactly what…
Holding What is Most Sacred—Together
Oh gosh, it can be so hard this touching this remembering the wonder and mystery not just of our innate worthiness but daily breathing in and out the magic of…
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…
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…