the lightning strikes the beach spiderwebbing glass in lucid crystal channels branching out into a memory of an event the moment illumination like a light-filled assembly the remnant the crystal structure glassed in, charged with what was left behind traces of some Godhead erupting font of all creation-wisdom Advertisements
your skin in the morning, love, like milk or the coolness of the dew. Did you see the flowers, love, bathing in the river? They sing the song of sun, water, earth and the wind blow them gently into dust. Are you not the same, love? The milk of your skin grows sour in the […]
Try this: the next time the pain is so unbearable that you simply cannot go on being yourself, ask, “What does this situation have to teach me?” And then rest in that perfect silence. If something comes up, good. If nothing comes up, good.