Category Chaos

speak gently to anger….it softens with a whisper….

the hope of surrender……..the destination nowhere……

too many mantras, too many gurus, not enough soul

the agony of denial & intention’s release

red feathers & white snow…..the swoon of passion & soul….

in between here & there…..

the magic carpet ride….

causing night to veil the day

a mirage of elemental misunderstanding

enlightened one moment, trudging through life the next

our true nature & the elusive self

rediscovery begins from a vague nothingness…

blind faith sees through the temporal cage

a sacred fragility lifts up from dark shadow work

awakening’s fierce grace & the surrender to the mess of life