The Transmission

The Crossing There comes a time in every lifeWhere, all at once, you arrive. You stand at the vacant thresholdof your Being, on the doorstepof an abandoned Truth — no stepsleft to climb, no remnant journeyfrom there to here. The arrival itself constellateslifetimes, collapses every mortalbreath you have ever taken into the black holeof this […]

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The Only Game in Town (Poem)

If you truly want to dance for joy, to whirl with the dervishes, then listen for what thrums beneath the clatter of your story.   Listen. Do you hear the steady soft throb of love?   Did you know? It’s music to God’s ear when you dance your story with a creator’s abandon and spin infinite possibility all […]

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Finish Lines (Poem)

  No one told me before I got here that nothing truly begins. Not really.   Rather, endings bleed into inceptions, fertilizer for what must be born. And conception is the womb that incubates a seed of perfect demise.   Sacrifice has always been about this merciless magic, this capitulation to death that nurtures life […]

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The Awakened Beauty

This Space emptied of him, her, this and that, deleted of doing and wiped clean of what ifs and should haves, this place of thundering silence is refuge. Here I fall freely into the mystery, surrendered to the velocity of Truth. You see, the dream of me has lost its enchantment and sober among the drunken […]

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