Tag witnessing

how simplicity draws on our wounds

how we spiral

the awakened heart is never bullied

this one time I saw it all so clearly

unraveling our shoulds

you may refuse predictability

looking out from the lonely mirror

allow your heart

the circuitous route of The Way

the poetics of envisioning the muse

waiting out the suffering….an old friend….an old porch…

you know you are a seeker by just knowing…

making the invisible visible….the artless art of living…

nourishing angel nuances….big wings please…

simple silence of you & me connecting