Spiritual development has been made too difficult to achieve naturally with the intellectual approaches we have created to reach ..
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Waves
They were lulled to their final sleep by the waves. One arm hanging over the edge of the boat, hair waving about in the wind, constantly rocking in the sun thousands of miles from anywhere but where they were, they entered the sleep of the dead. Stars passed below them and between them, radiation through them, light made dancing spectral shapes upon their bodies and the boat sailed on. Their
I Am The Stars’ Tomorrows
I am the dreams of the stars’ tomorrows a fountainhead on the tip of a pin the moon, my heart, a nightly reminder I live in the slipstream of eternal spin I am the transient, lucid form a rush of liquid silence erupting from the dark nascent matter and emotions of universal purpose a twisting,
Touching Hidden Places
What brings me home is walking through the bones of red-brown beauty, canyon’s embraces hidden flowers snaking spaces why have we not traveled this space together in orgasmic haste as hearts open, seeking upturned inquisitive sun-kissed faces between the rocks
