Lust likens to all consuming fire
An energy coiled in the bottom of the soul
Useful stuff
Yes, dear, hold still for a moment
Just like that
Watch what rises
Oh, yes - i forgot to tell you
It's called living water
Wet
Hot
Alive
Searing to the truth of you
That place where you are not
Yes, dear, hold still for a moment
Just like that
Just be.

Ripe sunset waits in clouds
pregnant with expectation
The mind pulls down the dream
Doorway to a destiny yet unlived
The Now presents itself over and over
satisfied and unsatisfied
like a lover
one
simple
act -
be.

"A thousand half-loves must be foresaken to take one whole heart home." - Rumi ( Read more... )

"Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it. Perhaps the beginning is just to say nice things are going to happen until you make them happen...The Magic works best when you work, yourself. You can feel it in your bones..." - The Secret Garden ( Read more... )

"Your actions mean nothing - the sex and the war that you do ( Read more... )

"The psychology of Individuation shows that the the actualization of self is the process of becoming whole, of completeness. The whole person is one in whom all sides of herself have been combined into a total person. This paradoxical unity of self is a combination of opposites - life is never this or that, but this and that. The person who ( Read more... )

"For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river...Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn into sighing; When after heavy rain, the storm clouds disperse, is it not that they have wept themselves clear to the end?" - Ghalib ( Read more... )

This past July, it was my birthday, and i became 58 years old. i have lived alone since 1992, and i have no children. i am estranged from my mother and my brother due to a history of abuse. i have no real life friendships, and my contact with the world is through work and online. i have acqaintances at work, and i have people here online with whom ( Read more... )

Blind from false light
inner eyes open wide
wondrous clarity of reality
humbles
she can only honor
him:
he
who dares to escape fantasy
pour out pure passion
no dream
such sublime sustenance
tasted only when the mouth is em-braced in truth
savored
in darkness
celebrated
in light
this is the heart of worship.

she comes invited,
singular among the feast of crows,
shroud of dark reality illuminated
by a Magician's cloak.
No escape from truth.
This Power has no ego.
Mastery is a humble submission
where hubris takes a bow,
leaves that fantastical stage,
and all the world's no play.
The littlest crow sits safely
in that knowing palm.