The Deep End.

The one you are looking for is you. – OSHO I have these reoccurring dreams where I am in the future trying to operate archaic technology, like cell phones, tablets, computers, etc … I used to wake up knowing these dreams were significant, not only because of my desperate attempts to reach someone (not because…

Sourceful.

Where are the mountains? You are them and they are you. Where is the sea? One day, you’ll also be. Where are the flames that kissed the leaves? In the ashes of our remains. Where has the wind gone and the cool crisp air? Out of your breath, way up there. Who scattered the stars…

If Not Now, then When?

If I am of value to you at all, unlike the rubies draped around your neck, but as the blood which runs through veins, then you can come to me. I cannot pay your way in. I cannot shake your foundation. I cannot move you. Nor can I coerce, demand, entice. I refuse to be…

There.

Maybe it isn’t worth it after all. These bitter words and these bitten tongues. These digested thoughts and these tempered lungs. I am still alive. Over here. No. Here. Yet you look beyond me as I stand on a solid foundation that you’ve helped build. You feel remorse and guilt as if you haven’t done…

Be Like a Tree.

When do we cut ties with trauma, folks? I mean, when do the pep talks stop and when does the real healing begin? Can we even claim that we have been healed from something without judgement? So many of us, myself included, either are or have been so accustomed to trauma and those feel-good stints…

Knock, Knock.

Passion calls us forth into action. Passion evolves. Passion moves. Passion simmers until it boils. Passion strives. Passion pushes. Passion changes. Passion pokes and prods. Passion speaks. Passion walks through its own flames, screaming loud enough to be heard. But, passion also calls us to rest. revive or recoup … long enough to digest.  This…

Unfollow Me.

He escaped into freedom and we should have let him go because at the threshold of every door were ghosts of chaos just waiting to get in. And they were your demons. Residue wiped clean, I was attracted to what I knew … the path of least resistance. He could have been us, but he…