Be. . . neither for nor against just Love.
Your friend gives you money to buy coffee at the store. Do you buy chocolate for yourself? Do you head to the bar to invest in a shot of whiskey? No. You buy coffee for your friend. So when the Beloved gives Its precious currency to buy a ticket Home on the Transuniversal Rocket […]
The music of morning: chirp chirp, cluck wee wee slip slip yee yee yee woo wit woo wit. A waning moon glows against pale rosy blue drip drip of dew breeze wraps like a cool cloak. Thump, thump, thump… My heart plays the percussion of this love symphony amplifying It throughout the Cosmos.
“I don’t know.” Words like aspirin stuck in the throat. But I try them out roll them around on my tongue until suddenly they turn to cherry ice cream! The more I say them the more I glide. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what’s best for you or […]
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.
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 […]
The dew drop forms on a pear blossom glistens in first light trembles in a breeze slips onto a lizard tongue and loses itself in giving.