It's not that your outcries, your war of words, your holiday visits and your donations do not mean the world to us. It means everything. And yet – it cannot be everything. Not this time around.
I gave birth to a rich afterlife realm. Judgment, adventure, insight, amazement... it's all there.
A short story about love and loyalty and depression.
What use is a spiritual mentor if you're an empty vessel ?
This is the part when your mind wants to fight you. I promise it is worth the struggle. I’ve yet to have anyone regret passing through this gate.
Tonight, he stops to look at me- like really look at me. Except I sense that his eyes are also looking through me, to somewhere halfway in-between my skin and the deep inner recesses of his warmly kept memories.
We are earthbound for a reason:
to experience the holiness of creation.
Six poems from the fractured center to the frayed edges.
