What I Really Seek Is Silence. {poetry}
Their best intentions obscuring the truth that what I really seek is buried deep beneath layers upon layers of white noise.
Grounding: The Earth Beneath Our Feet. {poetry}
20-30 minutes per day can do wonders, a remedy there for the taking, and a free one at that. Try grounding, and let the Earth do its magic!
Let’s Meet Each Other in Sacred Space. {poetry}
Open yourself to me, entangle with me, let’s slowly shed our skins so we may rest illuminated in the nakedness of each other’s divine truths.
Day After Day: A Course of Habit. {poetry}
We have more than 60,000 thoughts each day, and 90 percent of those thoughts are the same ones we had on the previous one.
Numb: How to Own What’s Never Felt Like Mine?
A 'friend' walked up to me (let’s call him John Douchebag) and whispered, “I never knew you were so stacked.”
Transparent Sea, and All Its Colors and Shapes.
On the abysmal screen, where all hues of the visible light spectrum are swallowed, elusive shapes of my precious ones appear.
Love of Your Life: Midlife Reunion With Yourself.
This journey of going inside and reuniting with the love of your life is scary but extremely meaningful and necessary.
Do You Remember: My Love Story. {poetry}
Do you remember making our way back to the hallway? Where our souls would be ripped apart to fulfill our dharma as two separate entities?
Now You Are Ashes, What Used to Be You.
When you've accepted that now you are ashes, and you have grown used to the order of the day, something else will arrive.
We Are Each the Victim, Warrior, and Villain.
Win or lose, the warrior is emboldened. She will die with faith on her lips rather than lick your boot for the drippings of the stolen feast.