Ache

“Somehow there’s no more darkness left at all. I’ve soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds, and now this whiteness that I cloak you in you won’t find even in the Alps: this wind whirls also there on high and stains the snow. Even white roses bear a hint of dust. The ultimate miracle is…

I’m getting the feeling that my Spirit/Inner Child/Higher Self is tired of me ignoring it or telling it to shush. The voice is getting louder these days. Blessed Be!

“the light danced in the darkness” Some random thoughts from my journal on 7/17/07: The ego scrambles The Spirit saunters (and soars!) The ego contracts The Spirit expands The ego schemes The Spirit trusts The ego exists The Spirit creates The ego copes The Spirit thrives The ego questions The Spirit trusts The ego fears…

i gave you up for Lent then realized i was never Catholic and you were never mine

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