Compassion...
I am Compassion...I have so many faces... I have worn through out all time... Sometimes you have not known me... You thought me quiet unkind... You’ve called me aggravation... Cursed me in your mind... I... More »
I am Compassion...I have so many faces... I have worn through out all time... Sometimes you have not known me... You thought me quiet unkind... You’ve called me aggravation... Cursed me in your mind... I... More »
From the moment being opens to the joy of knowing love... It dances freely in-between a time that never was... A space that now is infinitely timeless ever new... Creating magically a thread connecting what... More »
When the day dawns and the Morning Star, rises in your heart... Adding to faith it’s goodness that will never again part... With goodness comes a knowing that allows for self-control... It births within you... More »
Awareness is an open space unlimited by time... It can take you anywhere...in or out of mind... Perception is so magical, can change just like the wind... Can carry us away on wings then circle... More »
The Wind Within One...Conscious Awareness... The Soul of Spiritual Wind... Spoken into existence... Breath Divine...Amen... Sweeping over the waters... Psyche, Pneuma, Unanimous... Substance of Magical Mystery... That which thinks in us... Mingling Winds from Earth... More »
mingled perception, like bodily fluids, transcending the boundaries it frames, tracing ever backwards, to time never was, including all that it became... giving itself limits through knowing it had, long before it knew it was...... More »
The pathless path of knowing sees beyond the steps it takes... It’s not confined by limits or the choices that it makes... It has no need to disregard any steps along the way... It opens... More »
Dynamic and alive... Uncreated movement... Transcending every form it dances as... Tis not the form that’s moving... Tis energy of Space... A Time-weave-dance... Creating it’s own jazz... The magic’s that awareness... Can see itself at... More »
Still asking why awareness, Continues to play peek-a-boo... One moment there’s confusion, And then, a ‘seeing’ through... Conditioning keeps returning... More levels to subtract... Cease cherishing illusions... Like a boom-a-rang, they come back... Don’t become... More »
I love clean sheets, and Queen size beds; I love hot baths, and crimson red... A bowl filled with veggies, and salmon on the grill, A conversation with my Mom who’s finally on the heal...... More »