it is like I am asleep. Which part of me has gone to sleep? Which part of me remains? What can sleep, sleeps. What is awake is awake. Who is not both sleeping and awake? I am cycling back and forth between sleeping and awake. For one long open space I rest. It is like […]
You don’t have to be right or wrong. Rocks are worn smooth by the stream. We can afford now to just be.
This life a string of pearls one radiant, prayerful moment follows the next. May I rest then as one pearl milky iridescence no further moment to honor flee or gain