Admission: I lurk around the internets too much, and do too little. Why the blog slowdown? No writings to post? A lot of stuff happened in the past few years – and of course, 2020 happened and I’m still dealing with it deeply, although it may appear surface-wise that I am doing great. Between having …
2020 has come and gone, and having a ‘writer’s disposition,’ you would think I would have written more about it. I am filled with a deep unease, or yielding failure, about this past year. So much unearthed, and so much to cherish and yet to mourn and rage. I think many of us – especially …
8 Anava had never interacted with another entity or another person in dreamtime, besides the spoken guidance of Rana or her teachers. Until now, she had not interacted with another consciousness here. Or at least an interaction that included eye contact. She instinctively replayed her inner directives to herself: Stay confidant. Stay strong. Stay here. …
A moonsong Sprung to life Driftless worries Love and strife Unleaded potential Awakens just there Flaying out justice Choking out prayer Seeded but lost Unbound from the world One foot on another Two weeds to be twirled Venomous longing Cataclysms ring If you can’t take the bite Don’t yearn for the sting.
7 Anava followed the drysmus line to the small, cobbled dormitory where she lived while studying at the temple. She was distracted and disjointed from her encounters with Ren and Rana. Her skin prickled with confusion. Why not give guidance to your own son? Why me? The questions were plaguing and stung with betrayal. Ren …
Searching sails In the night I branch out towards This tiny light It seems so small It might implode And maybe if I reach its node The knowledge of The world itself Will bless us with A timeless breath A sigh so strange We can’t foresee This breath is real This breath is me.
Red rain rising Prisms in the sun Bowing forward gently, Ready for the run A distance unimaginable A length of life to come To breathe this essence deeply Reminds us where we're from Fountains pure and golden Flows of time and truth Our home is ever present; The house is always You. * Happy …
Destroyers, keepers Kingdoms fall We provide the tithe Until we crawl To cracks and crevasses Deep and down ‘til brighter times We suffer and drown We assign and think All things must collude When on our knees We should heed solitude To wake from mirrors Both past and present But we stay and lay And …
6 “Who is this young cadfly? Shoo! You are shutting out the light!!” As soon as he entered the threshold of the small and cramped gallery space, an old woman seated near the entry started yelling at him. “Out, I say! Out!” She was the oldest woman Zerian had ever seen, and he gave pause …
Whose stories are you telling? And why? Self-inquiry is so much more important now than I ever could have imagined. I take it so dead-seriously these days that I catch myself off guard. I used to hear the term ‘journaling’ and scoff a little bit. Mostly because I didn’t have the time to do it …
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