… an essay on privilege, poverty, and the luxuries of choice The past 6 months of my life have presented many humbling experiences, and above all have been a time of deepening my connection to Mother Earth like never before. There are many aspects and facets of this journey to describe, and a short articleContinueContinue reading “Perspectives on “Pura Vida””
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Black Coffee Mornings
Indulging an addiction from London dayscaught in the grindbeneath a matrix hazethen a spell was spunthat swept me afarwhere the dark night dawnedrevealing truth, in the lairof a shaman’s dena ceremonial vowbringing whispers from the etherinto the here and nowa bending realitycast us betweenthe folds of conscious knowinglife not as it seemedas night blends toContinueContinue reading “Black Coffee Mornings”
Collapse of Commerce
when we truly give, without expectation, we harness a power, of unconditional love, that comes from an infinite source beyond our physical world… I’m developing a dream for how to go beyond commerce and those structures of exchange systems of capitalism the ones that rely on bilateral ties “What do I have to give youContinueContinue reading “Collapse of Commerce”
Gift…
a gift is Free a gift is Eternal no condition or attachment no energetic bond, simply purity of heart purity of thought releasing all intention or expectation of return
The Edge
You’ll find me, dancing Through the cycle of the seasons,Between the salt-laced fold of oceansAt the edge of Reason’s grip Where in the gentle darkness;Beside the flames licking the firewood A whisper grows, a yearning turnsThe blood to honeyed-wine Then I’ll seek the giddy silenceThat spikes the music, with its notesOf melting snow, beggingFor the burnt touchContinueContinue reading “The Edge”
Black beauty
She’s whispering to me from that hazy place between day and night that’s filled with shadows dancing out of time in desperate search for answers for unity for home
Winds of change
Dancing with my shadow Cleansed by the waves of an incoming tide I transcend the physical In search of the spiritual And in the gentle glow Of a melting afternoon sun Brightest gold after the storm I surrender to the flow Of wherever the winds Will blow me next; I feel it coming, the timeContinueContinue reading “Winds of change”
Stillness
How many moments pass me by While I try to capture one In a still frame, which never shows The truth, the life beyond . Hiding away the fierce laughter, And frowns of a troubled soul Alone in the endless expanse Of a vast sleepless void . What beauty sighs beyond my grasp? Butterflies sweptContinueContinue reading “Stillness”
The other half
Sound of silence, Web of stillness First you tense, As emptiness Shocks your bones; Alone, afraid to Face the ghost within. But one day You’ll learn, you’ll grow Hearing the music In your soul; The friend, the lover Always there to Gently guide you home. Photographer: Robert Doisneau
Secret Garden
Let your eyes indulge, feasting On a thousand flowers blooming; In Nature’s secret garden Array of colour, blissful delight Bathing you in delicate light; The glory of hidden treasure The birds call and a breeze plays Sweeping you into the mystery haze; Of Life’s impressionist painting