SHADOW WORK You can only run for so long before you have to stand and face what hunts you, what haunts you. Otherwise you will forever be running away from the direction of a better you, just on the other side of your shadow. MEDITATION CONTEMPLATION: Sit and consider what is it in your life right now that you are not allowing yourself to face fully. Spend time investigating whatever comes up for you. Stretch into the space that it opens up - there is so much potential for gr

Mornings start the evening before, preparedness brings peace. Arrange, program, rewire the pieces that need attention so it’s easy to settle way down deep into the etheric. In the post-slumber coolness of a sun not quite risen, where stars still hold their court, sleepy eyes flutter between dimensions of consciousness and neurons start penning down the previous night’s adjectives, dreams that linger abstractly, yet speak in the tongue of the universe. Coffee cup vibes wander

Tenderness... brutal and sharp, vulnerable - violet crocus against empty snow. In this shining void i can't seem to find the leak much less determine if things are spilling out or pouring inwards. How much belief is too much belief? Sometimes growth is a bullet.

I want to be the empty hanging frame and the wall. Nail. Hammer. The blue missing in a gray day. I want to be the point of twilight where the entire world vanishes. The finger that converses with the petal of a flower. Spilled salt and nearly empty dishes. I want to be the photograph that is out of focus but compelling, none-the-less. Cosmic image of cosmic Self. I want to be buried with the bones of the native's feast, and rubbed along the hot embers of a dying campfire only

Damp and green - the entire world it seems. Blue and gray striations sit low and heavy against the white sky, post-storm atmosphere over muted blue water. Rain drops pool on leaves and petals, gather and slip, tipping over the sides to lap at the ground. Gentleness - cool in the wet air. This is the kind of afternoon one can feel at the tips of their fingers - a conversation, energy being exchanged between the whirling atoms of self and the atoms of greater chaos outside the

The rock, the chair, the black hole and stars are all a part of each of us just as we are each made up of all the eons that have come before - the mosquito, the vibration of thunder and all things are connected. We share the spirit of the river stone and the bodhisattva alike. no matter if yes or no let it all go... let it all flow. To reach the presence of god one must break through the density of the universe, the film that clogs up our minds, eyes, mouths, drips out our ea