At the moment of conception:

And yet all will last forever.

Everything slows to a single vibration
Humming through the deepest center.

The wind is crisp and bright;
Rushing like my spirit astir.
And all throughout the eternal stillness,
Reflections shimmer in the quiet pool.

The light of heaven bares all of this to me –
Gentle and illuminating.

And just as it appears,
So it passes:

Such is the true reality.



Aching for freedom
From the confines of flesh.

The wind rushes and whistles and moans
Through the swaying trees.

The hawks float and dive and soar –

How I long to join them…
My chest pulls with the desire.

To be a shadow,
Borne on the breeze,
An inky rippling against
Crisp blue and dazzling white.

To be free.



She smells of coconut, lavender, mint.
She smells of sweet warmth –
I burrow in it, inhaling deeply.
Curls, flesh, contentment.
Her eyes are mirrors that reflect back to me,
Sparkling with love and joy.
Her little arm hooks around my neck;
We hold each other close,
Faint sprays of freckles like constellations
Adorning her smooth skin
So close to mine,
So close to me.
Rosebud kisses,
Again and again,
Each one a mark, a memory,
An imprint.
Whispers, giggles, secrets, dreams.
She takes my hand gently,
Fans out the fingers,
Solemnly kisses my palm –
Smiling, she places it on my heart
So her love is always with me,
In me.



Look at me.
Do you see pain, fresh and unreckoned?
And scars like veins running deep?
Do you see all the strain from the weight of
Bearing so much love and fear?
Entwined so they are in moments where
The threat of loss stabs cold and cruel,
The only salve: the sweet mercy of gratitude.
Do you see an undercurrent of wisdom
And a sparkling in the warmth?
Do you see the haunts of shadows
That sometimes cloud dark eyes?
Do you see the light that outshines them?
Love made manifest through courage and truth.
Do you see strength?
Do you see purpose?
Do you see flaws and countless failures?
Do you see humility
And a process ever-evolving?
Do you see me?



Spectre –
You have no power over me.

Illusion –
You hold no sway over me.

You are a mist;
Not a membrane.
You are fog;
Not foundation.

You are smoke,
You are ash,
You are dust;
You are nothing now.

Wraith –
Your echoes are drowning out.
Hollow and emptied
In the wake of my resounding truth.

Shadow –
You are transparent now.
Obliterated in the blinding light
Of my eternal truth.

Your claws are extracted,
Your thorns are removed,
Your poison is leached;
You are nothing now.

You have no power over me.



The indulgence of predawn solitude:
The wind rushing through dancing trees.
The caress of crisp-cool breezes
So delicious and sweet on my skin.
Shadows and hues of plums and midnight-blues
Give way to silver-tinged clouds and slow-warming gold.
A galaxy of ripples electrify the water’s surface –
A landscape alive and ever-evolving,
Painted by the wind.
It tickles and teases in gentle wisps
While gusting in symphony throughout the trees
And in waves of light upon the water.
See how the world awakens,
Responding to the rousing wind –
Conjured in the pull;
The ancient call.



We are bound in this infinite coil
Here in the tireless cycle of
Everything and nothing.
The weight of wisdom is
Forever in balance with
The boundless freedom of love.
We are the lotus that blooms in moonlight;
We are the life that grows from decay.
We are the gasp of electric climax;
We are the final dying breath.
We are sound and stillness;
We are sunbeam and shadow.
We are paradise and we are void.
Inside our deepest selves,
Muscle memory:
Eternal spiral.
We are flesh and spirit;
We are stone and sky.
We consecrate our death each breathless night
To be reborn in harmony with the glory of the dawn.
And so the circle is complete
In this eternal bond.



From the darkest depths
I emerge,
In the inkblack crushing space
Where I am the sole illumination
Within this endless night.
Ascending to the surface,
Rolling tides carry me ashore.
Black then white;
Red then yellow;
Green and blue –
All dazzling me.
This is a time of transformation:
The alchemy of flesh and spirit.
Smooth and shimmering,
I cloak my true form
In the vestments of earthly paradise.
But deep inside I know
Whence I came;
Where I must go
When all that remains
Is my eternal light.



How does your divinity feel?

Does it rocket out of you,
Showering every surface
With explosive golden light?

Does it fill you with
Wave upon wave upon wave
Of ancient crystal waters,
Flowing through rich currents
Connecting time and space?

Does it expand inside and beyond you,
Stretching you past the point of
Breath and form
In a vast and endless universe?

Does it burn like an iceblue flame
Or a whitehot star?

Does it sicken, delight, torment, haunt?

Does it intoxicate you
With the ecstatic bliss
Of true awareness?

How does your divinity feel?