Nothing escapes the eye of God, and due to this omnipresence, the Divine is able to give succor to all Its children. It is not as if God is watching on some far-off throne, seeing all that we do; rather, each living being has a spark of the Divine within, and this spark does the […]
In this tavern we drink honeysuckle nectar. We stumble next door to the brothel where immaculate sex leaves us breathless. Spent, we feast on a buffet of wispy clouds, sunrays and moonbeams. We mainline True Ecstasy, leave all possessions behind and hitchhike across the Universe. We dive from sheer cliffs into the Ocean of Love […]
When storm clouds darken the west turn around. A rainbow blooms to the east. When dawn blazes scarlet turn around. Pink feathers brush the sky. When a tear drips down your cheek turn to the Beloved. A compassionate heart expands— fills the Universe with love.
Sure I do my work clean the house love friends and family everyone else too and especially my Beloved. I feed my cat eat lots of vegetables and do my spiritual practice. Beyond that, my life is none of my business. All is in the hands of the Beloved.
The mind wants to know where we’re going what inn we’ll sleep in tonight. It wants to know what diner we will eat in and what’s on the menu too. But really we are gypsies we are Bedouins traveling the great distance each day a surprise oasis in the desert a gift in its […]
Wildflower, the spark ignites within. The Sun’s rays warm you and with great exuberance you break free of the dark, crusty earth and bloom. As storm clouds rumble and spring winds swirl you bend and sway in a hula of love.
It seems its only job is to thwart me, that illness that shrivels my strength to a crinkly rose petal that neighbor whose threats break down doors into may past where I once huddled shivering that job that presses like a spring gale always wanting more. But when I call on the Beloved I see. . […]
Please enjoy this guest post by JoHanna Hartwig Threads Do we know the threads that bind the inner weavings of the soul? We theorize, mentalize, and cognize and yet mind cannot grasp. The Weaver weaves patiently in rooms above the mind. Rooms flooded with pristine reflections, Rooms vibrating with singing threads, We dance the ballet […]
It calls as though from a great distance light years and galaxies away. It whispers, quiet as the rustle of a raven wing, “Come.” And when I listen yet more closely It explains how. Between thoughts arrives the map and a compass needle pointing Home. “Follow the beating pulse of your joy the arc […]