Thursday, November 8, 2012


The spiritual truth is like this, buried under great weights like this within my soul and yours, waiting for the melt water to flow, the ice to melt further, releasing the land beneath as the sea rises. So does the land, with it's ice blanket thrown back. So does the height of my soul and yours rise up to their original shape, piercing the veil of heaven and finding the light as it always was. We shall step through the final gate and there understand how we truly are, how we have always been in attendance, present and standing under the reach of the Tree of Life.


These words fall straight down
with great weight, tons of old ice
removed from the core
of the Greenland pack
atop the sunken mountain
beneath it, and there
deep inside the stone
beats a rising wish, the act
reversing the lie.

May 31, 2010 12:19 AM


  1. more than anything i can say with words, i respond to this by feeling it)))



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