The trouble is ….. you think you were meant to be understood, you were only meant to be felt You think you have a position in relation to something, you don’t You are everything, everything is you you think permanence exists, security exists, stability exists………they don’t exist You think there are words that can capture… Read More The trouble is… you think you were meant to be understood (poem)
I’m burning white sage in my backyard. I make sweeping motions around my head, hips, crown, chest. Any and all energies not in alignment with universal love and humility, leave my field now. I now align with the divine order, I surrender to all that is. Please give me a sign angels, bring me… Read More Angels, spirit guides, please show me a new part of my heart today. Help me express this heart in a brand new way. Speak through me.
I done died and lived again on DMT, huh See this a type of high that won’t come down This the type of high that get you gunned down Shit can get menacin’, frightenin’, find help Sometimes I scare myself, myself I can feel the spirits all around me I think Prince and Mike was… Read More I’m not even here, I’m just God, and so are you.
“Who am I? Nobody knows but me Who am I? Nobody else can see.” –Look at me, John Lennon It’s hard for me to look at most popular music the same way these days knowing that Romantic Love is a mind program and most only wade into the shallowest part of this love, because of… Read More Are you a mercenary soul?
To be born again In another world In another world In another time Got a home on high Ain’t nothing but a stranger in this world I’m nothing but a stranger in this world I got a home on high In another land So far away So far away Way up in the heaven Way… Read More Divine Feminine Rising
And I wouldn’t have it any other way. I cry the tears of a million starving orphans, the tears of the sunken slave ship, and the the burned, the tortured, the murdered, the unloved, the cast off, the executed, the outcasts and the lepers whose souls’ wither away in isolation, as the crashing waves of… Read More I was born with a broken heart
I have this idea fishing that I do each night when I go to sleep and I seem to have a huge catch of fish (ideas) but somehow when the net comes up ( I wake up) , most of the fish slip through the net. How many of us are in foxhole partnerships? We… Read More Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
Who knew? That the path to healing was through unconditional radical self -forgiveness and love, even when I act like a pariah, goon, moron, idiot and people scoff at me. More love, more love, more forgiveness for my soul, keep it flowing, keep sending it down, mother spirit, we got some wounds that need love… Read More Self (soul) love
Does it taste like a cheeseburger? Meat, cheese, bun and grease, a milkshake, fries at a truck stop in Kansas en route across the heartland? Is it crunchy like a handful of nuts? Is it light and graceful like a ballerina dancer, swift yet impactless? Or like cold, carbonated liquid? Is it the sensory shock… Read More What does freedom taste like?
“I’m not judgmental, it’s you judging yourself and projecting it onto me.” she says, then her eyebrows slowly rise, the hope seeping into her eyes disarm my defenses as a smile spreads across her face. “I’m just a mirror.” She continues. “Come on.” She waves her hand and starts walking, I walk along with her.… Read More The other person is a mirror
The Sober Hombre 