A Meeting of Souls
The ancients knew
A space that opens
Between us, to which
Like branches
Material laws bend…
Disciples of Mother Mystery
Seeds don’t grow
They merely wait
On ripening trees,
Drying in the husks
Of grasses
Open eyed,
Innocent disciples of
Mother mystery.
Blog Themes
- Absolute
- Acceptance
- Aloneness
- Awakening
- Awareness
- Being
- Christ
- Clarity
- Consciousness
- Contemplation
- Darkness
- Death
- Desperation
- Devotion
- Ease
- Embodiment
- Emptiness
- Enter In
- Everywhere
- Existance
- Frailty
- God
- Ground of Being
- Heart
- Here
- Human
- Inquiry
- Inspiration
- Intimacy
- Is
- Life
- Love
- Meditation
- Mystery
- Non-Duality
- Nothingness
- Now
- Nowhere
- Offering
- Oneness
- Presence
- Quiet
- Reality
- Reverence
- Sensing
- Silence
- Simplicity
- Sorrow
- Soul
- Spaciousness
- Spirit
- Spirituality
- Stillness
- Suffering
- Surrender
- True Nature
- True Will
- Truth
- Unconditional
- Universe
- Unknown
- Vulnerability