walk away. let it go. forgive. scream it out from the roof of the tallest building; this city your compassionate savior. write it away until you have no ink left. then find more and write some more. play it jazz and subtle and crimson until the blues quit and leave. chant a morning prayer until the sun comes home. jump. fall. invoke the monsoons with your tears. play ring-around-the-rosie with your friend like you're 5 years old again. dance to feel closer to trees.
this is the truth: that this universe is unfolding as it should. what happens is meant to happen. cyclically, everything comes into and walks out of our lives: seasons, emotions, events, relationships. Simlar to the journey of water in palm is the journey that anything has, which transpires through us. Stop questioning. Be.
Power of the Pen. . .
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
i believe in the magic of prayer. i believe in having an open and ongoing dialogue with sky, trees, this nurturing universe. i believe in the healing and restoring power of people, of being around voices, ideas, and laughter. a poem is a prayer. i believe in the magic of prayer through dance, song, poetry, and art.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Claire: "If I told you I loved you, would it make any difference?"
Ray:"If you told me or I believed you?"
- Duplicity
Ray:"If you told me or I believed you?"
- Duplicity
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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