open door
my door was wide open
he flew in
i’m not sure why
did he find what he needed?
i will never know
he couldn’t find his way out
and died
that is the way
Similar Posts
feverishly I open
Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.
Share this:
- mystery | photography | poetry | quotes | Uncategorized
Stillness in Movement
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…
Share this:
- faith | mystery | photography | quotes | self-excavation
Imagination (or the Jabberwocky's head is too small for my ideas so off it must go)
“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” ~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland (me too) At the end of the movie, Alice chops off the Jabberwocky’s head then returns home triumphant and sails off to her own, self-created destiny. She has lots of friends who helped her along the way. She…
Share this:
art | audio love notes | creativity | faith | grace | inspiration | mystery | photography | play | pleasure | self-excavation | the delicious nowstaying with the flow
Today’s love note is all about staying with the flow of the river of life. I almost said “in the flow” but that’s a given. We’re in the flow whether we like it or not. When we stay with it though, it’s much nicer. Have a listen! The tea I’m sipping on in the recording…
Share this:
- love | mystery | photography | poetry | self-excavation | sexuality
with flaming swords
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
Share this:
- divine | mystery | poetry | the delicious now | truth
Happy Solstice [or ring in the love of truth and right]
With a powerful lunar eclipse/full moon combo on the Winter Solstice this year, it is truly time to face unafraid the plans that we make. Today, I am cutting away the old, dead wood. Today, I bring in the new and set intentions for the year ahead. Today, I birth the Light in my heart….
Share this: