There are times when your heart continuing to beat has to be enough.
and it’s so fervent it’s clear it won’t last long and I wonder if that’s a message.
My spiritual quest is kind of skewed since I so want our world and lives to have mystical significance. I wrote a poem about it all.
Nostalgia calls,
Beaming from ancient hillsides,
A legacy lay dormant,
buried in the Judean soil
contoured crests and valleys
unfolding along a lush river of time;
I am looking to become someone else entirely. At least to be not what I have been. To...
Hey. It’s 4:43 AM in Jerusalem. I just woke up crying, from the sweetest/saddest dream. I was holding you....
An astonishing fire blazes within. You must spill forth this light, or be consumed from inside. This is the sacred act of spark extraction. This is returning to the knowing in your bones.
A reflection on that moment between acceptance and speech
where for just a moment you question everything
