I live

Between dreams,

Knowing myself

In the soft

Of a feather,

The crunch

Of a drying

Leaf…

I care not

If I'm a thousand

Steps away

From stepping

Through this

Holy door -

My broken heart…

The quality
Of attention
Precise, full
Unwavering

To feel this existential Sorrow leads to a very embodied experience of inclusion, which is to say it leads to unconditional love…

My desperation
Is a bottomless well…

The soul tasting and touching
Transforms darkness into gold…

Your work has come to an end,
Your life has just begun…

“Think of direction not simply as the movement of attention or the active impulse towards something but rather as an expression of your deepest orientation.”

Each morning,
As I sit down to write
I act as if the fabric
Of reality could bend.

Waste a day with me
Waste two, waste three,
By going nowhere,
Maybe we could
Carve an opening…

“In loosening our tight hold on relative truths in this way allows the larger Truth of existence to peer through. If you can become very clear and precise about your relative inner experience, it will naturally open you into a sense of greater and greater freedom.”

“Not knowing is broad enough and deep enough to contain the whole of the universe. Learn how to develop a taste and a feel for the unknown.”