 Photo / Emiel Molenaar
We are sedated by the rushing about, snapping-twigs-beneath-soles, hurry-on-hurry-up-pretzel-dance Until A luminous bow of moonlight arcs above the marigolds and eggplants at midnight while naked toes wiggle in the grass We wake up from a spectral dream so real, we can no longer deny the existence of multiple dimensions The lightning strike of grief commands our body to conduct an ancient storm and in the aftermath of fury we hum something familiar, something golden No longer can we click our clock tongue or mutter about the pace of things, the running out of an entity that is real and not real That is only meant to direct our attention to a deeper void, a deathless field Once the thunderous truth of impermanence careens in front of false vigilance to scatter us, we will never return entirely to forgetting We will wander onward, as shapes in space dissolve As minutes find the holy moment As the arrow’s sharpened presence, spears our timeless name
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 I love his legs at night roots curved between my empty spaces toes sliding along soles snakes hungry and delighted Night's tongue, a morse code of loving our skin consumed with breathing as it crosses through the dream His strong calf meets the backside of my knee flicker wrist and eyelash In the morning mouths will open cradled words upon our palms  Photo / Verne Ho
We wait for the words, I'm sorry So expectant, we forget the goal: For light to pour forth from the eyes of our children A brilliant spear of sun Preoccupied with ego, the fear of ego, the eradication of ego We walk around collecting sorry from the mouths of our babies like rare stamps We take countless apologies as proof of responsibility We steal them like pebbles from a rushing river shore and seal them in glass jars Then we wonder at the weight of burden, when it slopes the shoulders and lowers the gaze We wonder, how do we summon their self worth from the depth of innocence, how do we sing to their ancient radiance? Shatter the jars, I say Disavow your collection Let each sorry flutter out an open lid and join the dancing elements Look into the child's eyes and offer gratitude Model the ability to respond with reverence So that slowly, the child learns a sense of weightless being, a connectedness as infinite as ocean waves Through this shared breath, the world exhales the distraction evaporates the realization that we do not owe each other anything, that we are simply blessed, deeply blessed, to be together, it sets the wild love free We need their wild love  Photo / Amy Treasure
There is not much we have to do and yet it is everything All days we walk on earth, we hold the thin, sharp blade of infinity and impermanence in our palms and bleed willingly In the face of thundering pain and injustice, we carve our beloved names into the sky Through cackling despair, we gaze toward the burning flame of Love, loving itself backwards We welcome the panic of enormous mystery like a lost sister and call her softly home There is not much we have to do and yet it is this thing that forges magic When paradox asks for our attention, we offer it togetherness Again and again and again Then slowly, with the simmering joy of rain reviving dust, we accept the human condition we humble ourselves - reverent flowers in the wind we come to trust the way seed seeks light and never ceases  Photo / Trung Pham Quoc
Silver mist blooms behind a flower-wind. Dark trees whistle green. Ready rain taps within the hidden drum of sky. Shimmer-clouds roam nomadic, like lassos catching light, until the starry-hinges creak on cobalt doors of darkness. The earth teaches an infinite language of kindness; to speak it freely is to worship oneness. Gather every syllable of your supple conviction. Do not spare anyone your heart-bound, truth soliloquy. The chiming of reunion is ringing through the veil.  Photo / Mike Labrum
When the fingers won't touch, how do I make myself into a prayer? I gather breath like an invisible blanket I say the name of a friend out loud even if they're nowhere near me I become innocence, looking wondrously upon each detail, expecting nothing and welcoming miracles When my palms won't meet in the center where skin is soft, how do I turn the minutes inside out until there is only gratitude - a fiery hymn Until there is only joy - an electric mantra I take out the I Exhale - folds of the blanket unfurl Warmth spreads across the coldness between what once was me and now is everything  Photo / Wyatt Ryan
What does gratitude feel like? I ask in whispers, head bowed, tea cup next to knee, September light making kind words of trees What does gratitude feel like? I plea and then I pause My belly tight Untighten My lungs stiff Unstiffen What does gratitude feel like? I worship the co-existence of all this star cluster I worship the smashed together me-ness The inside that is everything The voices of no and the voices of yes What does gratitude feel like? Like the breathing of someone I love Knowing they are near Knowing they are far Knowing they are everywhere What does gratitdue feel like? A graceful wind that becomes everything That stirs the grasses That sings the flowers That stings my heart and swells me up What does gratitude feel like? The release of my exhale The remembrance of my perfection The loving of my forgetfulness The willingness to do it again and again What does gratitude feel like? Wordless  Photo / Jian Xhin
There you are. Good morning, Love. In the resplendent hour of slow rising light, I call to you without hesitation. Today and everyday I want my deepest capacity to be made of your material. Today and everyday I want my inhale to invite you and my exhale to offer you. Today and everyday I want to greet you as a living entity. Love - you are not a fluffy, one-dimensional, conceptual cop out. Love - you are an actionable way of being, a summoning of self-reflection, a cosmic portal, a full bodied remembrance, an earth mapping code keeper and a gritty (fluffy) starry eyed dragon ghost. Fill me with fire. Take me with you. Yes., there you are. Love.  Photo / Andrea Reiman
The ocean wants to come in So let her The moon is sinking teeth into the chest that guards your heart Make yourself raw Make yourself open Let your memories be known The sun wants to bow down beside you So let him Wind whispers knowing into silk around your body Make yourself light weight Make yourself honest Know you are mortal The earth wants to come in So let her Endless roots spider web your legs Make yourself sturdy Make yourself supple Chant out loud your crazy thirst for growth The other wants to come in So let them A shadow stalks your winding path Make yourself willing Make yourself human Remember every word you know for love  Photo / Bryan Minear
Fundamental strength is waiting patiently for you to melt and be luminous Silk sky is listening for your quiet descent into soul In the soundless song do you sing it? Stretching darkness and the moon remains The void is not a void A door cracks open and everything remembers |