Dispatches from the Drivers Seat Earlier, I shared an experience of my relationship with the elements and etheric that  developed as I...

The mysteries are showering you with kisses of fate, destinies unfolding, like lovers set to move the heart into more....

“And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss,  I...

The  Power of Being Seen Aspects of the work I do are profoundly intimate. It’s close enough that men have said, “I feel like we just...

I was introduced to this after Christmas when I finally got around to reading an OnBeing piece I’d saved. I think everyone should read...

Source: Walmart is a Holy Land

“To be or not to be.” “Very few of us are what we seem.”  Agatha Christie Honoring myself & those with whom and for whom I walk I’ve made...

“From ancient times down to the present, there is found among various peoples a certain perception of that hidden power which hovers over...

Unto the deep the deep heart goes, It lays its sadness nigh the breast: Only the Mighty Mother knows The wounds that quiver unconfessed....

Spiritual Human Muslims thought that Kabir was a Muslim. Hindus regarded him as Hindu. But he was independent of them both. When the hour...

The stone said, “Daughter” And the dammed wound seeped with memory of pain from the one that would not claim her, forsook her When the...

A white rose opens in a quiet arbour Where I sit reading Dante, Paradise unfolding in me, opens hour by hour, In sunlight and amidst...

Built by fire Inhabiting the winds Unleashed from the earth to quench the thirst of the ages. We weave. Bound to nothing but the breath...

Are you First Nations? Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.  ~ Guy de...

Passages of thistle and thyme lead us to where time or we forgot. In the breadth of a scent, a moment of breath. To remember, to be...

The first three paragraphs of the above named novel by Sheri Reynolds:

Four Indians enter a mosque and begin the prostrations. Deep, sincere praying. But a priest walks by, and one of the Indians, without...

I marveled at an Ocean without shore, and at a Shore that did not have an ocean; And at a Morning Light without darkness, and at a Night...

Here are the miracle signs you want: That you cry through the night and get up at dawn, asking, that in the absence of what you ask for...

Like the waves of the sea and the winds from the mountains The past and Presence rise to meet me. Grief, gnowledge, knowing, impatience...