I am that which never lives and cannot die,
the unwitnessed witness and seer you cannot see.
Unborn and unformed, I live without a trace
And carry not even a shadow.
I am that which, with my marvel, bears life,
that which gives voice to the earth, to the sun, moon, and stars.
I am that which lies awake through the Long Night,
still and patient in my solitude for the dawn of re-creation.
I am that which lives not in the present,
nor dwells in the past or is set upon the future,
but which lays bare and prostrate across time,
the space that keeps giving and asks for nothing in return.
I am that which shines through the heart of humanity,
who is cradled by the earth though it holds the earth in it.
I am your unbounded heart clothed with passion and with reason,
your joy when it knows and gives thanks to your sorrow.
I am that from which is sewn beauty and goodness,
The path and the way, the light and the truth,
the voiceless whisper that speaks of all that is.
“My Night With Love”
“Let’s fly paper airplane’s on top of the cabinets. They can be love letters for the next owners to find – a kind of time capsule,” Love said with those trenchant eyes that reach to the depths of your soul…
“My Snow Leopard Angel”
Everyone needs a friend like my Snow Leopard Guardian Angel — a bright light, a beacon, a North Star, a teacher, a wise counselor, a polished mirror to see your own reflection.
“The Divine Connection”
You don’t need to search far and wide for the Divine connection. It’s that without beginning or end. See and feel – know directly – the love that both surrounds you and fills you. Know the Love that is you…
“Cultivating Loving Attention”
How many of your words and actions are reactive & automatic? How many are reflective and intentional? What would it be like, what would it feel like, to intentionally love yourself, others, and the world?
“The Current of Stillness”
She moves in Her Stillness | Understands in Her Wholeness | Creates endless though Formless | And embraces the Boundless | She gives freely Her Charity | Paints marvelously Her Beauty…
“By Way of Introduction”
It’s spring in Salt Lake City. I’ve been writing at my desk all day and my back’s painfully aware. I glance out the window and see that the morning’s storm has washed out the pollution and left a soft blue sky…