I think sometimes we areto make of ourselves a lakethat mirrors the blue. An eye turned inwards in introspectioncan draw us further from the truth,the light. When instead we were made to riseabove the murky waters,the dark cold depths, to where the clouds make their patternsin the sky,transpose them upon the water’s surface. We were … More A Poem: Mirrors

Godis a breath in the soul. And life,an upswelling of a presencethat spreads out in us as yeast expanding in the sun. When I say I wish you love, I mean I wish you God,in all the many manifestationsthat God arrives, rises up in you. That you might taste the breadof which you’re made. Which … More A Poem: To Wish You God

What does your heart say? Open and listenbefore someone else speaks. Know what it is that quietly breathes,what you already knew before someone told you. Your heart does not waste its timeon untruths. If it is silentit’s just awaiting your ear, inclined, expectant. What is this wisdom thatprecedes the world? That does not enunciateand yet … More A Poem: Truths

How many times do we praise the morning?Sometimes, that we didn’t pass in the night,tumult as a planet into the void,is a surprise. That we are almost all re-woken,as though the day had something to say.Something to impress upon us, is enough in itself to make us wonderwhat it is that the day wantsso earnestly … More A Poem: Morning’s Repeat