Our vanishing act is a spectrum of messages tiptoeing the resonance frequency. Body of light and energy. The sun glares at us. We stare back.
Musical love, light and transcendence.
Write like a flare
behave as air
teach my soul to breathe
And take me eye level with your Mother God.
I’m just feeling my way without a map or a GPS.
MEDITATION is not something different from daily life: do not go off into the corner of a room and meditate for ten minutes, then come out and be a butcher — both metaphorically and actually. _ J. Krishnamurti