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 This.
Ryan Oelke
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 the window? Empty...
All the Sounds of the World
All the sounds of the world will break your heart if you listen with surrendered ears.
You imagine God
You want to imagine God, and there you have already lost your way. God has never been divided into any one thing - Everywhere you look Every thought you have Every yes Every no Every longing Every despair Every moment of complete satisfaction Every moment of...
Love can’t stop laughing
Love is necessarily life and death: Circular breathing she uses to play her melody. We are the tenderest of notes, the most boisterous of crescendos, the rumble in the floorboards beneath her feet, and the faint echo lingering in the desperate ears of the hopeful. The...
No Escape from This
flawed no up or down no left or right no forward or behind no escape from this no hate or sympathy no judgement or pardon no confusion or understanding no escape from this no darkness or light no confusion or faith no question or answer know don’t know no escape from...
What knows this?
what knows this? a tender question mark lives in the center of awareness it speaks to us through our hearts when we’re confused and alone it rushes out the pores of our feet when we run through the grass, so fast it’s looking back at us right now: what knows this?...
Do you remember?
I don’t want to let it all back in. I remember. but this time it’s different... Some days this body isn’t enough and I feel the air inhaling me, exhaling me into everything, everywhere, and everyone, in a single breath, including you. And the earth, she’s using my...