“All Your Perfect Places” I wake and turn to you – to lightly touch your cheek, … to softly stroke your hair, … to wrap you up and let my hands come to rest … in all your perfect places. And yet you are not here. My thoughts then reach for you; seeking any solace. […]
“Little Gethsemane” Her hard words slice the soft fog of my indifference, Crushing the remnants of a tower already torn Asunder; I am rent & bruised – Fearing a death as painful as it is illusory. And yet despite these wounds, still I go And gently place reminders of our Love, Silver-threaded, about my neck. […]
“Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment, like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go, so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness … […]
by David Whyte When our eyes are tired the world is tired also. When your vision has gone no part of the world can find you. Time to go into the dark where the night has eyes to recognize its own. There you can be sure you are not beyond love. The dark will be […]
This morning I so wanted to create a poem for you, so completely was I immersed in perfect, gentle Love … And yet no words could I find to adequately express The Majesty that is you in my life. Regarding the poem, I failed completely … and yet In that failure, Love … … my […]
“Turn into My place and sit quietly. Drink from My stream and My vintage. Cast off your shoes, discard your hardships And listen to My evening song. I seek a heart that is simple. With the peaceful I spread My tent. I will wash your feet and dry them, My silence will be their perfume.” […]
Mine is the force that sustains all creation for I am the power by which it is known. The soft ebb and flow of my rhythmic vibration creates a new self at my outermost zone where space-time existence in dream-lit illusion is more like a garden reflecting y Soul. Yes, mine are the cycles of […]
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