The mind wants to build on the old structure. But the Beloved says, “Don’t balance this sparkling window in a worn out frame. Leave all and start anew.” This requires some destruction. Pain sparks in the chest and rips through muscle and bone but only as long as we resist. See clearly through […]
We have an easement through these lower worlds to our Home. But we must claim our right of passage. We must maintain this inner road protect it from erosion from false demands. That surly neighbor may try to block access but remember the Beloved grants free passage. Any moment we love that Power […]
Dear readers: I am in the final stages of writing a new book, which tells a story of spiritual transformation. This is a chapter from it, a teaching that came while writing my novel, The Baby Pact. Enjoy! Awaken in Soul I sit at my computer editing my novel The Baby Pact. My protagonist swims with her boyfriend in […]
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 […]
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. . […]
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 […]