Brew
Every moment we live in, we are our best self and there is always a reachable next…
Palace of Muse
even the excrement of mass conception can grow the sweetest blossom
Listen
I miss the sound of the birds singing, right there on the tree outside my window–when I choose instead, to notice the chainsaw farther off in the distance.
Walls
I have found time and time again that the angry walls are never fortress enough. They are never quite high or thick enough to disappear behInd.
Throw it in the pot
May we compost the shit in our experience, reap the harvest of the vision in the fertile ground we turn and cook the manifestation in the cauldron of our prayerful attention.
Unity
UNITY.
Do we even know what that means?
Even Earth and Sky
May our prayers reach all directions even earth and sky
Spirit loving back
May we all learn to love with spirit.
May we trust that we are spirit loving us back.
May all beings be free
May we find forgiveness for those we judge including ourselves and for ourselves for judging
