This beautiful poem arrived in my email box tonight. The words make me ache with something…like reaching for fingertips but not quite getting there or continually being on the edge of an orgasm… it’s beautiful. Friend by Martin Challis I have kissed you in many mouths; those hunted doorways emptying like children from school. I…
blame is a sour boar piercing the heart with fierce tusks of shame creation craves compassion and the flickering love dance of a gentle heart
do not ponder the end. healing is not an ending… it is our daily practice. ~Dr. Tony Macasaet. See his documentary here. You will be forever changed. I am in awe of this man and of humanity when I see his work. He says his passion is “knowing the human soul”. I love that.
The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness Only when there is stillness in movement can the spiritual rhythm appear which pervades heaven and earth. -TS’AL-KEN T’AN This is the place in which I have been living for quite some time. I haven’t been sitting much and haven’t been at the computer to update…