there are times when the energy in my life becomes still. it is like being in a desert. nothing moves. i expect and yet nothing appears. it's almost as if my prayers have not been heard. where are you?

time is like a mark on a line. i can point to the mark and you will see it. you will see that mark differently than i see it. you will see it from a different point of view. even if you stand where i stand

i am... looking for my guides. have you seen them? i am told, that they talk to me throughout the day, but i usually do not listen. they know me well, as we are friends and family, both known and unknown.

laying here in this bed of grass with eyes wide open, the stars penetrate my soul. countless points of light. orientation is vague as questions emerge; am i looking up into the heavens or down; where does

the noise created by ego is deafening. in an egocentric world, everything is just so extra. the irony is that nothing contrived by ego is extra. in the absence of living through spirit, existence is just

i am still. the invisible movement of air through the trees. the gentle movement of water over and between rocks in the stream. i listen as silence emerges. everything is alive and moving. rocks are

countless drops of rain. each drop representative of the others. each drop having the entire history of the universe as well as future contained within its shape. all of us are like the drops of rain.

as with everything, we too exist before our arrival and exist after our departure. look around and notice that everything is unique. oh yes, we are excellent at organizing and categorizing, that is a

it's just the beginning really... what we don't see, what we don't hear, what we don't taste, what we don't feel, what we don't smell. we sense it. we feel its blessing. we see the coincidences that are

everything begins with an exit or an end of something. that end is also the entry point or the beginning of something. something can be anything. and that anything is preceded by intention whether an ending