A Poetic Fish...
My poems resemble the bread of Egypt...one night passes over it, and you can't eat it anymore. So gobble them down now, while they're still fresh, before the dust of the worlds... More »
My poems resemble the bread of Egypt...one night passes over it, and you can't eat it anymore. So gobble them down now, while they're still fresh, before the dust of the worlds... More »
When your spiritual center begins to manifest, your ego-consciousness integrates with it and you begin to be “lived through,” as it were, by the spirit. Your living becomes a spontaneous, effortless flow. Eva Pierrokos wrote... More »
Her pure and eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, that one might almost say, her body thought. That is John Donne's work in: Of The Progress Of The Soul... More »
In a pellucid ocean, Bubbles arise and dissolve again. Just so, thoughts are no Different from ultimate reality, So don't find fault; remain at ease. Whatever arises, whatever occurs, Don't grasp-release it on the... More »
In the book , The Way Towards Health , Jane Roberts writes : The physical body can only react in the present moment. Worrying about future events or dwelling upon past unfavorable situations,... More »
I felt a cleavage in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to... More »
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to see it. The words of Rumi bring up a good question. Is beauty something we just see or is beauty... More »