A battle is waged In the deep of me, An epic struggle 'Tween sand and sea, Where one resists The other, so free... Yet, no loss or gain Marks Eternity.
If all things are means, Then means are the end, Our pleasures and pains But a river's bend; So flow, flow on my soul, Let go . . . once again.
A great poem, a timeless stanza of thought, a true writing that stirs and swells the heart; what are these precious forms save a moment of Love plucked from Time to stand as testimony to a perfection briefly remembered as the living foundation of all things. The poet is presented the proposal, the moment where the Great Pain beckons him to marriage. He is awakened from a slumber to answer th...
We are, at our innermost core, instruments of the Divine... And the Divine is the Absolute: the total potential realms of all that is Light and Dark. We are unique creatures in the secret Essence of this unending expanse because not only are we the living instruments of all possible reflections along with their corresponding intonations, but we may know that we "sing " these colors; we may...
Some take the high road. Some take the low road. Some take the road with friends and family. Others take it alone. Some travel with clowns and animals. Some take only walking shoes. Some take the road with guru and saint, While others take the road with drunks. Some walk the road so slowly as to stand still, Even as some sprint toward a finish line as if it's in sight. Some...
The Kingdom of Heaven is like a man who passing over a certain ridge comes upon an unknown Mountain outside his country and there catches a glimpse of a valley within a valley..
Linger in the great mystery of moments untold. Wait there for the unspeakable invitation to live there.