Tag Archives: interfaith

Listening

I hear You but i can not see you……. Why do you believe your eyes more than your ears? I am Here. Trust Me.  

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Fluttering open

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Hurry up and wait

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Jumping Off

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Perspectives from the porch.

Today I was rescued from a milk jug. actually – I was living in a milk jug – but you needed it for water, and so I was evicted from my home. and yet I still find myself at home. … Continue reading

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Guardian of the Gate

No, there will be no aggression. What I guard is far too precious to protect with violence. Open the gate  and come in.

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expectations and metaphors

What? You think I should be in the grass? Why work so hard to understand? – but do be mindful when you stop and smell the flowers…… i am not good. Nor am i evil. I am here.

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My fierce friend

I had a friend – we called her Rabbit  They named her Cynthea. no one asked her what she called herself – I think it might have been: She who is fiercely gentle at least that is what she kept … Continue reading

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A song from above

A song from above a hallowed chant reminding me that Bards are everywhere and barred only by our blindness – LOOK UP! The song you hear is ours!

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Circles of Food

I am food.  Mosquitoes eat me during my morning meditations, Yet there is always salvations!  Dragonflies dive down, rescuing my tender flesh; they breakfast on my tormentors. Are they my heroes or am i merely their bait.

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