In the patch I find the most beautiful pumpkin. Shaped like a compressed heart, it is symmetrical with a charcoal stem orange of a desert sunset. I will give it to my friend. He will put it on his table and be joyous at its splendor. I search and search for one as […]
The trail I have trekked for countless lifetimes has washed away. The monsoon rain flooded and gushed through my inner canyon, dislodged heavy logs and gnarly brush obliterated all cairns all my carefully carved ways. Now I tread the streambed with You, hop from sandbar to sandbar climb over flotsam of my past as You […]
Please enjoy this guest post by my friend Logan Jo’el. Cellmates See them? Many have come, many have gone, yet among them we are. Curse them today, bless them tomorrow Still amongst you are they. Don’t run away from or despise them Hold them too tightly they may slip away from your grasp. Our Beloved […]
On a cloudy autumn day I pedal my bike along a ridge to a hilltop strewn with piñon trees, distant mountains visible in every direction. Elation brims over within me. I turn my bike downhill on a crazy-fun romp. I bank turns, skirt around trees and grind though gravel patches. A broad smile stretches across […]
We think life should be a certain way– that is why we are dissatisfied. When we know that everything is exactly as it should be, that all is the Beloved’s beating heart we can be content.
We lounge in a meadow near a babbling brook a lone cloud inching across a sapphire sky. It has a head, my friend says pointing to the cloud. Yes, I say, as I see the canine snout protrude and a curve form along the jaw. There’s an eye! The pinhole opens. And tail! A wisp […]
You enter the Soul Protection Program all the old identities gone the torture of being an agent of Kal* finally ceased. You live in a kind of heaven a palace below a limitless sky distant blue mountains shimmer fat doves drink from a fountain. Now you work for the side of giving rather than […]
This guest poem by Michael Hock illustrates how my life feels these days. The Storm Inside Where once it was lightning and thunder cataclysm, the final convulsion that turned my wheel, as if Armageddon catastrophe, must herald the truth my longing has gentled me. Now change comes with falling leaves how sunset plays with light. Fire and […]