Where Will You Find the Energy?
Somewhere inside your mind or heart there is a rub, a spot of friction, where something that is dragging, creating heat and breakdown, sapping away your energy, making it hard to move.
Let’s find the spot. Let’s fix it. Let’s reclaim that energy. Imagine what you can do with it.
You Are Here
You are the Universe’s latest update for the app called Life, an innovative gamble in the arrangement of atoms, a distinct design in the DNA, a fresh feel to consciousness, a brand new intersection between dreams and desires and meaning and purpose.
There Is a Yes
each of these scenes
alongside your most heart-written wishes
stray foolish dreams
and the ten million mundane moments
each a grain of sand
meandering along the liminal expanse
on an unfathomable sea
When I Love You Well
I never did give it
you cannot send it back
cannot burn it with a summoning song
or dash it to the cold stone floor
Two Notions of Perfect
This Perfect calls us to be responsible for the brambles of suffering that creep in through the cracks in our compassion, fed by a punishing loyalty to that other – sterile – ideal. Here we can weed them out and tend to what grows in our garden with “It’s okay. I accept you. I love you without condition.”
The Wild Depths of What There Is to Feel
One day a Being sparked in this body, kindled, coalesced, grew, awoke, learned, became the You you know in this moment, right now.
Staring into the Hurricane Eye of Chaos
When the hurricane eye of chaos stares into your soul, stare right back into it. Take the time to soak up its fathomless beauty. It is the womb that built and birthed you. It is the stomach that will recycle your bones when they are dust once again.
Somewhere behind You There Is a Sea
There is a secret truth that weeping is not weak, but the wild work of warrior poets, quiet giants, and silent saints. The wash of tears on cheeks reveals incredible strength and wondrous beauty.
I Cannot Wait for You to Know You Are Good
What if today is the day you finally understand
no effort is wasted
the only way to do it wrong is to give up growing
because you keep thinking you are doing it wrong?
The Story of Your Life
In this moment, consider that your consciousness might be a magical pinhole poked through the shell around the closed system, a personal wormhole bubbling in oxygen from elsewhere. Perhaps you are here specifically to supply this singular energy, to smuggle the Universe some essential nutrient that it cannot get inside the egg.