Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
