Windows

Doors open, like solar flares that ignite in the reflection of moonlit waters. They part, granting gifts of both the heavens and the seas. Gifts from Mother Earth and the galaxy. Angels of light flood their welcome as doors part wider.

Across the stream sits the...

The path of an old soul is weathered.

There are years and tears that stain the background of its being. Lifetimes of karma, mistakes, rights, wrongs, and unfulfilled wishes. There are victories too — families, loves, children, riches, met dreams, and esteem.

The old...

Let’s face it. Nobody knows what they are doing. Life doesn’t come with an owner’s manual. And if it did, we might second-guess our decisions.

But truly, there are no wrong choices to make. There are only directions to take.

Up or down, left or right. Across the bridge,...

What is it like to remember then to forget again? Why am I here? Why was earth created this way?

Questions can so easily fill a dome with half-thinking when we wonder about life’s strange design. Burying ourselves in the mystery of things and the business of ‘trying t...

Tap dancing into light. She felt lost; forlorn. The scowl on her face tethered by the sands of time. 

Her emptiness echoed from the outside, like the plea of a lost puppy. Searching for its mom. 

She thought.

The lies she told herself, they stuck...

I’ve always been a rebel by nature. A rule breaker. Looking for ways and shapes to navigate a new course.

Cuz the one mapped out’s not meant for me.

From the time of my youth to the modern times, my souls been shouting out that I’m a new shape. That’s why the rules don...

What if clocks didn’t exist… And the only thing that marched us forward was the compass of our own heart?

What if true North was the way that Higher Power held as the only means to freedom… And by following our own bliss we’d spring forth into the generosity of a happ...

The creative streak of love and light flash through my being like a tidal wave desperately reaching for shore. The true ‘I’ yelling from mountain tops. Begging to be seen. Sadly set aside for too many lifetimes, gathering dust from the mis-planted trees.

Growing wings...

Woke indeed.

But for what? For what glory. Or pain is it all worth?

Who are we anyway? Once the ego gets destroyed.

Laughing in vain over nothing that was ever worth worrying about anyway.

Why? What’s on the other side of the door? Flames of glory or burned down ashes. One...

Sitting here, staring outside of my apartment window. My soul nudging me to follow its purpose. Its soft wing tips on my back. My ego mind yells, why don’t you know it yet? What are you doing? Find your work!

My balanced beam off kilter. I lean into the darkness. Comfor...