Tag: poem

And yet how interesting that even though the Buddha had a unique ability to live in this suffering free cocoon of incessant pleasure with his every need met, it was only in breaking out that he was freed.

Contemporary wisdom teaches us we all must work for what we eat. This is true of spiritual food as much as physical food.

Just as you regress after watching a horror movie, to becoming suddenly afraid of the dark and startle with every sound, we spread fear to one another like germs.

I am the loved one’s embrace. I am the tear stained face. I am the sunshine in the morn.

I’m a wild, running horse. I’m a meek, little lamb.  I’m a roaring lion,  and I’m a tiny mouse.

What if I listened Deeper and Longer What would I hear?

As I gaze at you I open myself to you to gaze into my soul. I lay myself bare, like an empty bowl.