I am not my own. My body is not mine. The boundaries of my skin hold the multitudes that began merging within me in 2010. They came through again and again and I became them; horse, human, lightning, the light and lighted one. Again and again, they merged and melded into a being that … Continue reading I Am Not Mine Own
What does the breeze coax from you when it touches your skin? When God slips along your pores? Can you feel that, the ribbon weaving around you? Pulling you into the wakened dream?
Can you hear the rhythm of your heart on the wind? In the new green leaves waving, weaving their own lifelines, threading across the sky to another, to you? Listen. Find your breath and listen. Those lifelines are love. Yours and theirs. Together.
You are touched by the whole world, as you are. You need neither permission nor to be healed to be held. When healed, though, and in the act of healing you begin to feel that touch, those tendrils of all things, and you open to them Allowing your skin to widen enough for the love to … Continue reading Healing and Holding the Holy
The ground quivers and air opens to swallow the mold, whole, wholly dissolving me into eternity or what used to be. Then exhales me, stirred, folded into the past, particulate, future and presents me again, not of this time, nor mine.
There is no Separation You have never been separated. Between the idea of your birth and last breath You have been wrapped in the air of the Divine even as it courses through your veins. Your maker is not your master. You were never a servant, divided by any command. A speck of Him was … Continue reading Nearer, My God, to Thee