Some of my least favored posts, I've noticed, are the ones that talk about spirituality in terms of its shadow state. The bitter pill....

Each person in this world has a vital part to recognize and play in life. In this way we are mortal instruments cleaving into time and...

An urban peddler sells their wares on the street and what they carry in the bags for barter is all they deem holy and valuable in their...

This poem got me to thinking about loves encountered across vast timelines of existence. Things become complicated to figure out if one...

I have been focused for a couple of years now about what it means to be separated from the things that I have believed made me feel...

When I first read this poem, I winced and thought, "Oh God, no! Hafiz! NO! Don't make me go there in a social forum!" The universe does...

"...There should be as many words for love as the Inuit have for snow..." this is a line from Gregory Hoskins' song, In The Fashion of...

There is a way that we live that is in duality. Our lives are the home of the Freudian slip and the body language betrayal. Sometimes our...

When we begin to share what we have learned of loving we become love and creation begins expanding. This is what I am reading here from...

Religions can serve many people worldwide in profound ways. Sadly many religions mainly serve themselves for they cannot exist without a...

The enthusiasm of realizing the abundance of life when we are young can inspire a lot of activities that did not get the benefit of...

Being the self as divine and of service to others has been on my mind since recording this poem. I'm told, being of service is hard wired...

There is no season like fall to trigger the sense of a retraction and loss as the tide of summer recedes. All of the growth suspends and...

In truth, I was a bit stuck on this poem and I mulled it over for days without anything within it making gain in me to write about....

This poem makes me think of Mercury. It is a planet in our solar system and it is a shiny, silvery liquid metal that exhibits an...

Hafiz seems to be saying that the rain should not brood about its cycle and neither should we. With our abundant lives and all of our...

Art lives and thrives beyond our logical mind. Our discipline and what we think about the world may be the vehicle that gets us to the...

A mortal coil is tight and it secures us as our skin wrap as promised. At times our spirits itch to escape this bondage. Perhaps we sense...

To be an authentic individual one needs to volunteer. That step seems on the surface to be an obvious and easy thing to do as we appear...

When we think of fallout, we often think of a nuclear explosion. At least those born of my generation are inclined to do so because we...