bending back

going round the bend, back again almost to the start, round to the bottom, and then back up. hold on to the turn; hold on to the turn and be made whole in the flux of this day. you will come back up: you will come back up.

play of yes

pulse open in the play of memory. hold open to the child's entry, for you are the door and she lives inside. (remember your home: it is in you).


[thank you to new friends for the gift of re-discovery: self-awakening in the memory of mercury].

birth wishes

open yourself to the flame of encounter -- the feel of each and every thing alive with desire, the flow of raw expectation, and the fire of disclosure. (as each day unfolds its spark in the promise of being).

when it rains

and here, in the fragile place of faith, we move, two-by-two. be near and it will hold open the world for you. be near and the world will hold you open. (follow the flow of 'yes' until tears are made dew drops).

small wonders

unexpected delights in the palm of your hand: carry small wonders with you always. cherish each gift. cherish each gift and you will open your reach to the place of faith.

blinding wishes

colorbreak from behind the blinded veil. just out of reach. i wish i could touch you again. (memories of light seeping in now still through the cracks of memory).

openings

feel your way to the edge of darkness, and when you have felt its fringe, look up. wait for the skies to open. and when the light comes, you will be made whole again.

trust in an imperfect world

there was a day when you were the archer, sure and strong, sure and strong. but in the awakening, you will have become the doe, mother of trust with blood on her tongue. know thyself, and you will have outrun the bleeding hole. perhaps one day the archer will forgive you. perhaps one day the archer will know you. perhaps one day the archer will become you. and then we can all stop running.