Letters travel across a blue ocean Ascending toward the zenith of the heart Fluidity gives meaning between words A continuous song from the misty sea In between the meaning is heaven’s gate Where Andromeda keeps her watch Stones set on the land to chart our course A beacon of ancient light before light ever was I hear a blackbird sing upon arrival Continue reading Across A Blue Ocean
From our very first breath in the temporal realm, we’re drawn to certain characters who leave a mark on our lives. Some are known to us, some hidden or not fully realized what their purpose is. They come in verities of disguises; friends, lovers, parents, siblings, acquaintances and so on. Some invade our lives for a short time while others stay longer. These are Shipmates and Soulmates. I’m sure you can name many who fit under these personas and if you think long enough can come up with many fellow travelers who influenced you in the time it takes to inhale a single breath and then they’re gone. Still, in other cultures where Continue reading Shipmates and Soulmates
It’s that time again, the preeminent renewal point for the cycle of time as we know it, the new year. We see Father Time, elderly and bearded, on his one-way journey across times labyrinth, scythe and hourglass in hand. Not far behind is Baby New Year Continue reading Time Out of Mind
“Someday after we have mastered the winds, the waves, and gravity, we will harness for God the energies of love; and then for a second time in the history of the world, humans will have discovered fire.” -French philosopher Teilhard de Chardin.
The Perilous Bed In Arthurian legend, this is the enchanted bed that jerks up and down, to and fro as it tries to catapult its inhabitants to the floor. All the while deadly spears and ferocious beast assault the sleeper. It is Gawain who finally defeats the bed.Continue reading Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Love, Pt. 3
This post is part of a series of guest post authored by myself and other bloggers, published to my friend Monica’s blog site,‘look around!’Do yourself a favor and check out her blog at: https://lookaround99.wordpress.com and my post On The Shoulders of Giants at:https://lookaround99.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/on-the-shoulders-of-giants/-look around!.
In time I also heard a singular voice whisper to me as though it were an echo of words spoken long ago that keeps going and will forever sound through the epochs of time as long as love and compassion inhabit this Earth… “There are many ways to touch and kiss the sky!” -JC
It’s hard to believe that most Atlantic hurricanes are born in Africa, the Sahara desert to be exact. When hot dry winds of the desert mix with cool wet winds of the south around the Gulf of New Guinea forming a jet stream dispatching waves of air westward out into the Atlantic. When these waves of air find enough moisture they form clusters of thunderstorms which gather around a center of air circulation. This is the humble beginnings of a hurricane. Continue reading There Isn’t a Reason for Hurricane Season
“And the raft is cast aside on the shore of destination only replaced by a new raft which in time will discard itself, inasmuch as knowledge begets wisdom.” -JC
I had a dream that I lived on an island, a faraway island where I was completely ignorant of the world and my place in it. And one day I awoke from a deep sleep only to see a Dragonfly who bid me follow. I suddenly found Continue reading Of Words, a Raft, & a Dragonfly
My nature is light, nothing but light. When the world arises, I alone am shining. -Ashtavakra Gita 2:8
I stand transfixed; my mind’s eye takes in everything before my brain has time to confuse it with reasoning. As this subtle untarnished revelation unfolds, I search my coat pockets for a pen and paper and transcribe into words what I’ve witnessed.
A mysterious orb has exploded while still retaining the contour of its original shape. It reminds me of an eye, dark and luminous rotating in its socket. An Continue reading The Lamp and the Abyss
In the silence of a moment, a silence so deep you could lose your mind, I reflect on my old mask, you know the one, with the thin smile. And what of my armor with shield and sword which I held up against the world? The armor I polished every day adding accolades to its mesh, the shield which hid me from all undesirable thoughts. Yes, love, compassion, and altruism I could feel but I choose not to as I let the sword cut away anything that ruined my view of my reality. So was the shield hiding me from the world or from myself? Was my sword there to facilitate my way in Continue reading Gahmuret the Angevine