The Divine.

The Mysterious.

The Coincidences.

The Synchronicities.

Our intuition has a mind of its own,
sending goosebumps from head to toe.

They're all cause and effect
Ying and Yang
Hot and Cold
Happy and Sad

That's not to say everything has a meaning.
Yet, somehow, we never fail to put meaning in everything.

Looking inward, exclaiming, what if the pain was that driving force that helped survive us...
All while looking at it straight in eyes?

Some will do anything to look away from pain.
Yet...there seems to be an alignment in the way wandering off road makes all of those feelings become so apparent—

Perhaps pain...
That daunting shadow, serves as the driving force propelling us forward,
motivating us to confront it with
u n s h a k a b l e   w i l l.

Some beg in disparity to God—
What can be called "A leap of faith"

When one says "God"
What is the meaning by god?
Why can't we reach his Mother?

Uttering the word "God," we are met with a myriad of interpretations.
What does it TRULY mean to grasp the essence of the divine?

Is god is that very paper that many have written the Bible on?

Could it be that the Divine is inside all whom breathes the air?

In Egypt "Ptah" was the creator of God.
Meaning "Chief Controller of Craftsmen"
A Divine blacksmith - creating reality, itself.

Creation is Divine.
Creation is God.
You are creation.

The courage and pure brevity- walking through life finding the will to believe -
Despite it A L L, the universal force that goes beyond time and place is...
L O V E.

Where "Understanding" becomes a platform for all.

As I explore life, I'm enlightened by how love, connection, and community are always present.

It's ok to stop
It's ok to slow down
I say this as I speed through my sentences
We are victims of endless pursuit
Racing to get things done only to find out that new things need doing
It doesn't end and if it doesn't end then it's infinite and if it's infinite
What's the rush?

So much to do with so little time
We fear of our finite existence
But with all this speed we lose meaning
And without meaning, why do it in the first place?

We want it now but we aren't there
And when we get what we want it isn't enough
There is always more, always something else
Another task or another priority
Another need or another want
It never ends
And if it doesn't end then its infinite
So if it's infinite
Why rush?

In sleet and rain of Edinburgh
a cathedral rises from the deeps.
The salt of sea and old coal blur
veil her face in grey-cast sheets.

On her western pediment
within tympanum carved of stone
sits Christ triumphant and in judgement
where he calls us all to atone.

I stand before him, my head bowed
as I contemplate our shared guilt,
with mea culpas weighing on my brow
for the follies fallen man has built.

And so we’re burning Eden down
with flaming swords that we still wield
as once vast forests shrink and brown
and fallow lie once verdant fields.

Where trees once stood, smokestacks rear
their heads belching fumes up high
and in the deeps, the oceansphere’s
no more a garden for octopi.

For in this our earthly commonweal
that was a gift that’s given free
we prove that purgatory’s real
because we ourselves have made it be.

A whisper came from the carved face
to walk into this stony womb
where colored light and incense trace
a path to overcome the gloom:

Forgiveness for our many faults
comes when we change our ways.
There in this temple’s holy vault
I vow to fight Eden’s decay.

In Edinburgh I found Eden
in a vision of what can be.
For we are by no means beaten
and we can do it, you and me.

A starless swart of night
has draped its murky veil
above my temple mount —
but the house of holies’
lifting light lingers on.

Its window eye shines bright
to lead upon the trail
that guides me to a fount —
its waters cool and ease
until new break of dawn.

Take what's for granted.                    
Use it with daily comforts                                                
Watch it disappear  
            
Loose something needed.                      
Become ultimately free                                                    
Cherish everything
            
Looking for the gold.                              
Only the silver appears                          
Better anyways

In times long past, the builder made
a forest temple in the shade
of tall oaks, maples, locusts fair,
each carved stone an unspoken prayer.

There amongst the autumn whispertrees,
I open the old temple gate with ease
and hear the trees sing psalms of solace,
to partake in this painted place’s promise.

To tarry here with trees well dressed
is where I my newfound faith confess,
communing with colors in tailored hues
and with the sacred scent of life imbued.

Looking down
From such great heights
My soul grows wings
Finally taking flight


I am small in the largest ways
I am the sun and all its rays
Life is a fragile, fleeting haze
Until it is seen with the sun’s clear gaze


Grief and gratitude stretch me large
Ego surrenders, no longer in charge

I wake, and I break, and in shattering, I slake
The endless thirst, the hunger that takes
I finally find peace, a break, a cease
To the fire, and find a sweet release

I lose my shape, shattered
In turmoil, deeply battered
Beneath my veil, head bowed and tattered.

I lose my way, defeated
In steps that forget to plead,
In anger blind to its misdeeds.

O Master of the Universe,
I am lost,
Forgotten the path of obedience.

O Ruler of the Horizon,
At Your door, I knock in submission,
To embrace the light of devotion.

The flicking fire in the hearth
pops and cracks a wispy smile
while its embers send their warmth
into the stone house for a long while.

The chimney curls with silky smoke
that snugly signals a cozy place.
The walls are paneled with old thick oak
to safely hold us in wood’s embrace.

This warm retreat’s stout red door
is made and unlocked by my inner eye.
Its stone foundation and sturdy floor
are crafted well for brittle times.

Pull up a chair and join me here
in this secret safest place of all —
it’s in each of us, in constance near:
Take some rest in your heart’s great hall.