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Weavers of fate – Poem

The waking hour. Dreams aplenty, coursing through this being that I am. One by one revealing layers that interweave in wonder as the old that is new, is once again rediscovered, and so to uncovered. From rides with dogs chasing tail, to parking in narrow spaces....

I am apocalyptic

“Root word of apocalypse is un-cover” I know what I like and what I identify with, but I can still exist without that. So I am not really this! When going within, especially though my past psychedelic explorations, I discovered and uncovered that there is...

On the nature of community

Community is the state of acceptance within. Within this inner acceptance, I accept everything within my reality as a reflection within me. I acknowledge what everyone is going through. However, I keep my focus upon myself and what I am offering to the world. I also...

To the core of my curiosity

If I were to let go of all of it and come back to myself, what would I have left? Would there still be a destination, or would the destination always be here in this moment with what’s before me? Would I wonder what others thought, felt and expected of me? Where...

02 of 02 – Silent shores – The other side

I’ve come to know the power of drawing a line where I once wanted vast openness and deep connection outside of myself. The line is one that will hold me in silence as I embrace being alone, yet not lonely.Loneliness seems to causes me pain, and I’m sure that I’m not...