Intimacy means different things as we journey through our lives. There is a taboo about discussing this as a person grows up and ages and...

Living in a state of grace. What does that even mean? There are certain aspects of being a human that require our having a certain...

This poem makes me think about the masculine and the feminine within all human lives and how it involves relationship and devotion. The...

From Wikipedia: Syrinx was a beautiful wood nymph who had many times attracted the attention of satyrs, and fled their advances in turn....

It seems hard to imagine, given how we raise our young with such protection from any displeasure, that we would find it to be a necessary...

That which is of nature shall not be denied. Much of what is natural in humanity is deemed unsanctified, if not abominated, bastardized...

Most people think of grief as a heavy hitter of an emotion that only overtakes us when we have lost a loved one. The truth is we...

There is a natural law of abundance that exists energetically. It comes from the planet earth who is, contrary to most existing belief...

This poem reminded me of something. Sometimes we are shocked into remembering things and we recall that we failed to define them...

Is the universe capricious? How vulnerable are we? These are the questions this poem inspires me to wonder about. We are anxious when in...

I do not have the disciplinary nature required to be an artist. I'm too much a traveler of airy dynamics and a devoted commissioner of...

I read this poem and it makes me wonder why we even try so hard to understand ourselves and the world when we know all along what we seek...

What is reasonable to expect if we cultivate in ourselves constant unrest and fatigue? How does a qualitative life engage and dance with...

If there is nowhere safe, how do we live with the terror of the sense of being annihilated at any moment? When we have been taught safety...

I confess. I've never considered myself good at riddles and this poem reads like one to me. I have pondered what Hafiz may have been...

Some days are better than others. All days have their gifts yet some gifts that are ours one minute suddenly go. They disappear without...

The truth begins at the edges of the known... or so suggests Hafiz in this poem. Taking things to the limit of our comprehension is where...

This poem suggests an invitation to bring experiences in life to the Divine Whole of consciousness. It is what we do whether conscious or...

Nothing seems to bring out the panicking, reductive inclination of humanity like needing to make a change. Hafiz warns in this poem to...

Sometimes we simply want something undeniably true; something unique to identify with; something that resonates as irrefutably connecting...