There are clocks beyond the hands of our human made clocks. There, time has its own timing; unclockable, unstrikable by us. Within this inner understanding and acceptance, we fall into a patience of rhythm, within it trust and within us the inner knowing, a wisdom. No...
what is the sun,if not a ball of fire? a flower knows the sun because it blooms,human skin knows the sun as it touches it,water knows the sun as it boils,and then tea too experiences the sun, and ice melts knowing the sun,and water nourishes the earth,and so earth too...
i once danced for a boyin the night, like a prayer perhaps he was a god –the one who kissed the starsand then shapeshifted into two riverssouls twin like childhood dreamsand i kiss himand i disappear tell me -do you know when water actually begins?is it vapour, ice,...
i have hands enoughlips enoughheart enoughto make you, make me, make us trace me along the tenderness& the patience of the devotional pathwaystake me with the kindness of rhythmthat i myself walk each day from the gift of formlessnessi infuse this heart of mine,...
sometimes i eat firesometimes i hold water stillin my palms, sometimes love isin the mess of messy magic secret threads alignthey untangle freely when i give them timesee when fire kisses the bark of woodhow wood releases itself in its essence love too is both our...
