Today is the anniversary of Marvin Gaye’s death. I was 14, getting ready for school and heard the news on my radio. And I lost my shit. I...

I have never born false witness. My relationships with those things that others cannot see are my devotion and I can’t lie to them or abo...

You weren’t born a basket but the weaving of you began long ago, before a thought ever conceived you. Plaited, wefted, crossed again thro...

What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you kn...

As we begin to drink more more sun than snow The pace of growth quicken for you as does the greening of things. Deepening roots will draw...

You’ve sprung a leak. Pore by pore the water is seeping in. A slow spread of damp, then a trickle before you become flooded -slowly, sure...

Did you stumble on the way to the lightness of your own Being? Grace was there, too. #soulfulpoetry

For some the realization is like a collision. Self, belief smacking full speed into the solid stillness of the quiet God. Then realizing ...

Straddling two worlds? Really? There is only one. Why diminish yourself into multitudinousness when you can just Be? Why create a dimensi...

You are not external to Him. And you blend just as seamlessly with the brown-skinned man next to you at the bus stop. And the one whose p...

Have you ever felt a piece of knowledge slide across your skin? Slippery, like that little something or other that won’t come off the tip...

That you hear the Divine both within silence and a child’s laughter, That’s you see the Divine both in yourself and another, That you tou...

You have been shown The light cannot be broken. Yet, still you won’t see that All the things you think are shadow, broken off bits that f...

A moonbeam crossed my path the other day and a magpie flew by with construction material in his beak. Broad daylight extending the ways t...

We shaman types scare people in the same way schizophrenics do. Our worlds involve relationships with the invisible and the ‘inanimate’, ...

They said your head was in the clouds. It was actually in the stars. You still are. You just made yourself small, to feel seen and forgot...

Loosed from the lips They go to the heart that will feel The ears that will see And feet that will move inspiration to action. The paths ...

We are as entwined together as roots to ground. When we feel ripped apart, we roar. Can’t you see? Root into me, he, she Wrapping around ...