Tag Archives: living in truth

Pray For More Time

I have fallen and never found land to break upon no rocks suitable no height with which to acquire the proper speed where I may finally shatter and rest. I remain unbroken. I see shadows when others see light and … Continue reading

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Wings & Piano Strings

These fingers, they type. But this mouth stays closed. But either way the words come from the same place. There is a piano sitting in a room without light. Mute keys say nothing. Even in the dark our hands can … Continue reading

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Love is a place you can’t leave

It’s a place where most of us will not live, only visit.  There is a reality there, like a foreign country.  A different language is spoken.  When you settle in there, and act like the locals, you will find yourself … Continue reading

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Redefining Kundalini

Wikipedia- Kundalini (Sanskrit kuṇḍalinī, कुण्डलिनी, pronunciation (help. · info), “coiled one”), in yogic theory, is a primal energy, or shakti, located at the base of the spine. Different spiritual traditions teach methods of “awakening” kundalini for the purpose of reaching … Continue reading

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Perhaps A Feast

I am afraid that you’ll set it down somewhere you won’t remember. Because when we do with what we can’t live with the same that we do with things we can live without the line between them fails in discerning … Continue reading

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Poetry: Just Like Me

I have never owned a thought. They’ve always  been borrowed from people just like me. I have never owned  the truth. It’s a free flow a let go a tap tap tapping at the window saying “look outside now and … Continue reading

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Poetry: Where I Am Always Pointing

This writing isn’t writing. It’s righting. Things become right when I write. As things become right when my spine lays right up against a particular tree in that swale in the forest. My life rights itself when my bare feet … Continue reading

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