• shadow/destruction


    Autumn winds play with skeletal leaves. They skitter about your feet like discarded paper- like stillborn poetry. Your eyes are caught by a bright patch of moss and you struggle to keep it in focus. Your thoughts pile up like…

  • light/creation


    You must find your bliss. It is curled up inside you. It is always available to you in this moment. It is here: now, and now, and now. You will not find it in the past or the future. You…

  • light/creation


    I see you. I feel all that you feel, the depth and breadth of your suffering and although you do not know me, I love you. I love you with all that I Am, because we are one, and there…

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