Musings of the Kali Yuga. {poetry}
Earth and its inhabitants are being disinterred. Disguised as turmoil, the Kali Yuga’s firm grip, not to be splintered.The new earth plane we’ve entered.
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Om
The Poignancy of Pain: For All the Things Words Cannot Convey.
There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
Matins And Mantras. {poetry}
I am the owl sitting Shiva
above someone’s rusted-hinge heart,
the Om-ing bassline just under the frost-hooked ground.
Are You Asking Who She Is? {poetry}
Who is she, you ask? You are asking, aren't you?
She is the universal, primal Om, she is shanti, shanti, shanti,
she is the sound of life revealing, a mountain, a tree unfurling, an eagle soaring, an elephant roaring, as falseness crumbles at her feet.
Fall Equinox Brings Kali And The Burning Of The Old Self.
There is change coming, sacrifice that needs to be made. This is not new, it’s been happening all year, but it’s not done. And it hasn’t demanded this much from you yet, so be ready.
I Dare You: No More Hiding Behind Dogma.
I am human. Edgy with grace and blown away by the grave injustices in the world. Poverty, violence, blatant greed, environmental hazards, rampant mental illness, the list goes on. I’m told I’m negative if I bring up news like that of the young man, with all the potential in the world, who goes ...