The Sacred Text

The Sacred Text

  This day, this moment, this is my Torah, my Bible, my Gita. The pain that clamps my heart the joy that makes me fly, these sacred lessons written on the invisible parchment of my days— they crucify me and resurrect me. They part the sea of my false being so my...
The Seed at Your Center

The Seed at Your Center

  That dog who growls at you the pain gnawing at your heart the silent mate arguing client meowing cat… All swim inside the circle of you. They materialize exactly when the Beloved ordains, so they may most serve you. Each is a seed, at first appearing as little...
You Are a Great Explorer

You Are a Great Explorer

  You, my dear, are not that sinner that hater that worm groveling in the subterranean dark. You, my love, are a great explorer of this vast, fecund world with its gooey saliva spit its sharp edges that cut to the very bone its naïve kisses in the backseat of a...
Even This Is Love

Even This Is Love

  Even the forest fire smoke that triggers a head ache and stings my eyes… that is Love. The heat of these rainless days that makes me squirm and itch in bed… Love. The darkest memory, the one where love died and died again leaving what felt like none… Love. All...