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Spirituality, Mysticism + Esotericism

Every Wild Rose Has a Story

Every Wild Rose Has a Story

When it’s time, it’s time. It doesn’t matter if we’re ready or not, if it makes sense or not, if things look messy or not, when it’s time, it’s time. Our soul knows. Our heart knows. Where, and with whom, we truly belong …

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{poem + story} wolf river.

{poem + story} wolf river.

“red me silk / tell him i wait by the wolf river / perhaps it’s the certainty with which you fell
on the wooden floors, that now i too am tempted to” … Plus, thoughts on the creative process with filmmaker David Lynch …

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{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

A kiss on the wrist is a deeply meaningful and beautiful, intimate act. It assumes a shared trust and surrender. It’s an offering and an honouring; it’s a promise of tenderness where our lips touch the thinnest of their skin, and we feel their heartbeat …

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On Patience

On Patience

When we open to patience like a flower, we enter the soul of matter. Soul-sized is the land of our heart, and that’s the land that truly matters …

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Behind The Green Door, Destiny Awaits

Behind The Green Door, Destiny Awaits

Along life’s paths, we are led by the mystical hands of destiny, and when the unclockable clocks strike their right time, we’ll see our green door. There, two worlds will touch, they’ll kiss, and we’ll find that love is not only felt in the hearts – it is known by the hands also …

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Urban Wild, By The Canal

Urban Wild, By The Canal

Some time is controlled by the ebbs and flows, consequently covering and uncovering our shores. Sometimes we can allow its access early in the mornings or evenings, and we can stay gently in some ultimate intimacy. Eventually, like canals, we move towards our sea, to be consumed in his loving arms …

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The Subtlety of Time

The Subtlety of Time

Time is perhaps a matter of timing. Unclockable. Sensitive to a seeing, experiencing and a certain kind of intimacy. Unpredictable, a lived-in process of our unique emotional wild lands. And what guides the hands of our clocks? The heart itself. The elasticity of a moment. Away from the lines, interiors and the conditioned structures of our minds, in the subtlety of time, like moving waters, is the always and forever. And it is only ever love …

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