You weren't born a basket but the weaving of you began long ago, before a thought ever conceived you. Plaited, wefted, crossed again through the stars time and again. Spider, fly touching points of light and threading into the dark Dipped into the bubbling brook to be given the Word Threaded through the eye to … Continue reading Braided Breath, Bonded Heart
As we begin to drink more more sun than snow The pace of growth quicken for you as does the greening of things. Deepening roots will draw strength to bend into the light open aloft And become the dance of God.
You've sprung a leak. Pore by pore the water is seeping in. A slow spread of damp, then a trickle before you become flooded -slowly, surely- until you are in the depths of God and let go of your own anchor and float, free.
Did you stumble on the way to the lightness of your own Being? Grace was there, too.
For some the realization is like a collision. Self, belief smacking full speed into the solid stillness of the quiet God. Then realizing it's always been a party of One.
Straddling two worlds? Really? There is only one. Why diminish yourself into multitudinousness when you can just Be? Why create a dimensionality you can't see to explain you and me? Belief and disbelief aren't really. Think your skin doesn't house the holy? No matter. She lives and calls your blood her staircase … Continue reading The Mother Rising
You are not external to Him. And you blend just as seamlessly with the brown-skinned man next to you at the bus stop. And the one whose pock-scarred face you ignore. Him, too. Or Her depending on the day. The one who walks tall and smells like a two-pack a day. The curried and bleach-wrinkled … Continue reading Looking Down to Praise
Have you ever felt a piece of knowledge slide across your skin? Slippery, like that little something or other that won't come off the tip of your tongue? You know it's there but you can't quite touch it? Then, have you noticed the moments when it suddenly comes forth? As if it's long been settled … Continue reading Feeling Knowledge
The river will soon roar Rising above her winter murmur As the ice cracks. The naked rocks will be clothed in clear robes that run, rise and ripple Eddy and lift around and over the bend to break into the force and flow to meet the still and quiet. The river … Continue reading The River Will Rise
In which direction will your love grow? Will the scars and scares point you in one direction? Or will you allow the flow to carry you? Farther than you ever imagined?