Emptiness is Listening

bodies wandering in space, feet searching for earth, (she supports without effort: take note, dear one!) hearts aching to speak: “what to do? how to be? Do you hear me??” No answers needed when presence breathes. In… Out… …In…. …Out… …a gap in...

Without Remainder

I sit on this throne suspended in space and time with nothing to grasp, hoisted and held only by the love that emanates through everything and everyone without remainder a royal beggar they have helped me become to surrender without remainder to serve without...

The rhythm of two

the rhythm of two the rhythm of two where there’s a push there’s a pull this rhythm of two this rhythm of two this electric blending of me and you no bated breath: two bodies in motion circulating, undulating depth listen…. the pulse of I I I vanishing, dancing with...

Indestructible

indestructible uninjurable reality beyond reality space within space: the pulse of the universe seeks sore hearts reflecting, reminding we, the time worn effigies of love, can never be fully lost: we are made of this. we are made of this we are made of...

Pray

pray until you no longer await a response until you lose your voice, but your mouth still trembles until you’re weak in the knees, until everyone you see resembles a familiar face with no origin but looking in that same painful place for the tender scars we can’t...

Are you laughing yet?

dharma has saved me countless times dharma has murdered me countless times but listen – none of that matters. It’s just the play of reality. listen to the birds singing outside listen to the cries of grieving mothers – tap tap tap – what’s that at...