I was offering this to you but my hand was full of blades they cut us both. What I meant to say was nothing actually because you were enough to begin with. I can hear cicadas blessing the words we choose not to say Advertisements
If your heart is big enough in the sense of being itself then there will be enough room for everyone else.
they come out bad and beat up like a fractured bone or an unpleasant friend. something we want to disown because it came out of us. They present themselves as ugliness. my heart though believed in them and in that belief they were true Oh my heart you poor judge but you shining and open […]
Suffering, my jewel unasked and unasked for but known directly a treasure open sky holding pain suffering you are almost my joy my sky my world of all qualities may we know ourselves my pain in each moment each breath of you the nameless
Don’t look for me in the light of my eyes, or in the crying thread of my song. My body won’t house me, and my soul when it’s gone will be gone. Look for me now, Love while the sun still falls between us Look for me now, Love where the daylight fades, and darkness […]
Joy doesn’t come when bidden and happiness when called for is absent. Only in not calling does it appear and only in abiding does joy produce itself, unbidden, unasked for, the true gift of spontaneous, perfect practice
I only have an image a word a song. I breathe them to the wind and all of me rides out to meet the sun