I am flow, centerless, a conduit for the wondrous and impossible beauty of this universe. Soft cool, gentle sound. Stillness. “She” is present in the self, goddess of the personal. “She” is the search to be more and more. If only she were a planet instead of a person… A world within a universe. A she within an eye. She stretches wide the ribs around her heart to give herself a better view. The world wanders in. There is conviction in the attempt to express experience. Convict

We of the valley of the first storm, sit inside a Self that spins eternal - a single drop of water at the center of an endless pond, ripple after ripple. We are the original chaos, the mother of creation, the moment of first order, language without origin, both crest and trough. We of the all that flows endlessly from the nothing, from focal point to periphery - subtle petals of a perfectly unfolding lotus, a sacred expression of cascading harmony lapping at the wa

What if we’re wrong about ego? What if the highest form of ego is actually imagination? What if instead of trying to suppress and shame your ego, you elevated it? What if you envisioned your absolute purest potential, pushed the dream as far as it could go - let it stretch beyond even your capacity to believe in what’s possible? The problem with humans is that so often we are just stuck and used to seeing the lowest vibration of ego expressed in the world around and within us

Traveling at the Speed of Mind To realize suddenly that the world inside of you is far vaster and more kaleidoscopic than anything ever imagined; that when you truly turn inward you become connected with the whole of everything, from corner to furthest corner - and simply to think of it is to energetically bond with it, altering it microcosmically... self also forever inexplicably altered, expanded, made more. To understand then... that on this wild ride clearly none of us ar

No choice for us but to linger - still tethered to the weight of here & now as you float away freely on the thermals of cosmic godliness. Soar, brother. Til we meet again. This piece was donated to the Pass The Good Foundation and the Beck family in loving memory of Stewart Beck. Miss you, buddy!

I spend a lot of time thinking about the elusive and indescribable force that compels us through our individual lives, the instinct that keeps us convinced there is something more. I'm taken with the mystery of it all. Why does the entire universe seem like an infinite pattern... like a fractal-ing bridge between the micro and macrocosmic realms of existence? Scientifically... spiritually - how can that be? The absurd and opulent, the dark, the beautiful - what does it all me