A Fool (An 11/11 renewal)
I feel like a fool. For she takes my preconceived notions, And twists them, Crushes them, Pulverizes them to dust before my eyes. All my childish notions, All my child-like fears, Vanish in the instance […]
I feel like a fool. For she takes my preconceived notions, And twists them, Crushes them, Pulverizes them to dust before my eyes. All my childish notions, All my child-like fears, Vanish in the instance […]
To know the safety of our space, the joys of our flow stream, and the breadth of our own transcendence is the truth of our existence.
But what happens if neither the tortoise nor the hare cares about winning? What happens if both just want to arrive at the finish line together enjoying the journey they’ve taken to arrive?
I’d say that’s an even more amazing story.
I asked to be filled with what I need to know. I was instructed to write this down, and share it as it was offered. Tears. You are I are shrouded in white. You have […]
So, I’ve walked. I’ve walked a hundred million miles, sometimes wearing shoes that will never fit and sometimes wearing no shoes at all. Life, for me, is a varying degree of shelter and openness, of solitude and a deep desire for my soul’s companion.
In the moment of torment, I write. But I also write in the moment of bliss.
Which moment is this? Sometimes they are the same.
In life we find love and in love we find life. I found life in loving you, and found loving you in life.