October 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

we mustn’t should

but we do

it shouldn’t matter

but it does.

never boiling pots of toil

for being watched

diminish under watchful stares

while distance slashes cuts and burns

sometimes sizzles







going …

October 6, 2011 § Leave a comment

 found this shot on tumblr and reblogged it with a note of my own below …

“i wonder what that would be like and who else would be on the bus?”

so. let’s see.


they came … thousands of them

like fleas to the cat

like the air



nowhere in particular

the shabby, the well turned out

the blessed

[we are all blessed]

lost and found, bold and not so

everything under the sun

and the sun itself

got on that bus and just





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September 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

“let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go
let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
so comes love.”

-e.e. cummings

Stories of She: in repose

September 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

She began … here  in The Ruble of the Was.

Amidst the incense and the dust, She found herself surrounded by the energies of the galaxies and stars in swirls of colour and heat and vastness … So many.  So lovely.  Her practice … the magic, the wonder of She.

In this silence and stillness within the voluminous movement of the universe, She found her station and slowly prepared  her soul to receive the what and wherefores of the cosmic plasma she now surrounded herself with  It was a timeless flow of blanketed warmth and humming … hummmming …   She found she had no words to convey this interior suspension of space and time and presence.  No words to place the inward outwardness of non-matter and eternity.  What She saw and what She felt in this place of everything and nothing.  What simply was …  Is.

She asked questions of the vastness and imagined  hopeful scenarios, but they all fell flat into the void.  These myths had no place in this realm of breath and heartbeat.  Then, falling deeply back into the arms of the cosmic energetic winds that she had called to her side, She released herself to the timelessness of paradox and mystery and ceased to confound herself with what never was …

 She sighed long and deeply as She flew back home.






Stories of She

September 13, 2011 § Leave a comment

such an evolution … between the earthquake and the aftershocks, hurricane Irene and my initiation to Jourei … amidst the toxic release of existential dreck and the jacob’s ladders of astrology and Source …

She has emerged …

this is where her stories will take place. in a land of magic and harsh logical reality She exists and falters and flourishes into her own … this is where She will dwell … on this page and in the heart of her creator … follow her stories …


This was the time that She broke open and all galaxies fell out of her and enetered her all at once.  The time that was.  The time of reckoning.  She fell back into her chair and gasped tears, awe, and fear all at once.  No princes, kings, or queens, magicians or shaman … no gods or goddesses could save her now …  the journey was hers and hers alone.

Clutching her head from the pain of the implosion, She rallied enough to make her way to eat.  To drink.  Sustenance for the journey and water to cleanse.  She ate and drank deeply.

In the rubble of her soul there remained a spark, a glowing ember to light her way.  It was next to this She now knelt collecing the rubble to fortress her soul.  She lit incense to purify the path ahead.

And it was in this rubble, next to this incense She sat, calling her practices to her.  One by one, like butterflies migrating to their home they arise to find their way to her.

It was here She began.


… to be continued …



our souls are electric …

September 9, 2011 § Leave a comment

“Through the fog of sleep
I hear you softly humming
and it calms my soul.”

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson


i don’t feel there is anything misplaced within ourselves or in others that we seek out and/or wish to have this human touchstone as an added foundation in our lives. 

far from it

it’s most likely one of the very things that makes us human


danger comes when we depend on the other as our source of love

our source lies within

our source is Ki

no one thing outside of us will ever compare to this source of all things/love within us

but it can {does} amplify the electric humming of or own souls

and we can have our compainions

by the fire




Mind The Gap …

September 6, 2011 § Leave a comment

what do you fill the holes in your life with?


we have moments , if not lifetimes, of gaping holes.

some say these are pieces of our soul that have fragmented due to trauma …

some say we were born that way and our time here on earth is to find the pieces ,

usually of or from others

puts a lot of burden on others …


the special alchemic trick is to find this thing

 within one’s self and plug the whole for life

but not so easy for most

and the stability is always in question

it’s constant care



in the meantime

find the healthy means to

forget that the gap exsists

at least for awhile




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