My God

Now I yearn for the simplicity of your life. For the regularity of the  mundane.  I crave your essence. It’s the spirit of your soul and the being of your being.  There is no safer place for me than in your presence. You are home and with you I am home. This is my God. 

Shut the F*** Up!

Brain! Shut the fuck up!Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts!Coffee! Where’s my favorite cup?I wonder if we’ll get more snow.I need to fill the dogs bowl.What should I make for dinner today?I’ll figure it out after the laundry.Coffee…Brain brain brain!You’re making me crazy, got me questioning, am I sane or insane.What are the politics today? Are the boysContinue reading “Shut the F*** Up!”

Fall In

I crave the pungency of the soul of everything so that I can feel the essence of its everything, so that the learning and unfolding, the peeling back the layers until it is bare, drinks me into its self. Only then can I know. Only then can I see.  -m