I tried to be a saint once; it didn’t work. So now I carry a pocketful of zippers when I walk into town. I lay them on the sidewalk and pull on their sliders, separating the concrete to reveal the sweet mystery of light and sound that bounces between bamboo stalks when played upon by… Read more
This is the faith found folded inside the absence of all things, existing not for god or for man or the angels but for its own Existence. It’s what’s left when loss and confusion have stripped away the nail from where the universe hangs. Related Posts: Poetry Collection From and for God Order your copy… Read more
The gods and saintsnever stopped showering us with flowers. We have just forgottenhow to walk on this earthlightly as if every steppressed into a petalto release its sweet fragrance. Related Posts: Poetry Collection From and for God Pre-order your copy today Available March 20th
What I most want to do tonightis wrestle the sky, graba good-sized chunkand wring it like awet ragfor a single dropof light. Related Posts: Poetry Collection From and for God Pre-order your copy today Available March 20th
Can we be bonded by a faith like this? where our own existence is enough? and our faults seem to vanish in its ocean of magnificence the way a mosquito seems to vanish as it dances across the sun? This here we are is the gateway into a Love so abundant that ripe plums weigh… Read more
This time let me be open- no bait, no traps, no clever schemes, no hooks or ropes… The moon doesn’t try to lasso the sun, for she knows her ropes will burn. Instead she basks in the light. With open arms I will wait.