My heart longs for your devotion
Distance sweeps across me like coarse winds across the plain
Agony nestles its way through hollows which become occupied by restless thoughts
A loved heart finds it rest in the heart of its beloved
The true labour of love is the peace it brings amongst its company
When I long for you
And you aren’t near
Our home feels forsaken
And the beautiful vulnerability quickly turns to ashes left in remnants of a fiery love.
Art by: Dimitra Milan
You whisper, “I will find you again and again…”
And lifetime after lifetime
I will recognize
t h e p u l l i n m y s o u l t o w a r d s y o u
Love knows no distance
I close my eyes
And you are here with me
The safest place on Earth
Until eternity sweeps us away
Into an otherworldly dream.
Artwork by: Michael Yezerski
What constitutes as prayer?
it is not just words to fulfill a ritual
it is an extension of every cell in your body
of all desire
all that lies heavy, burdening you
it is when our lips are pursed
and hearts empty
giving us a space in humility
during the ether of the night
or perhaps when the sun sweeps light across the horizon
where the distance between
you and God
lies amongst the breath in which you whisper
it is where the truth lies
where your answer is
even when you ask for signs and affirmations
It is modesty
in its finest essence
to kneel before your Creator
and empty everything that taints this vessel,
brings joy to this experience,
or has one feeling melancholy.
Sometimes, there are no words
however, that which lies in the heart
always finds a way out
whether it takes days or years
the call of the heart
is embedded in eternity
and in your weakest moments
when you cannot formulate
but only feel emotion
How brilliant and terrifying is existence?
To feel your heart bursting at the seams of that which is written in the passages of your nerves and flowing into your core.
To be able to vividly relive any number of moments as deeply as nostalgia tugs at your being.
As days come to a close, we end it with rest, and collect pieces of subliminal resonance as dawn breaks and unearths a new layer of you.
We come from divinity and return home with pieces of love that have been left in every whole hearted exchanged we’ve made.
What could possibly mean more than this? Why do we arrive and depart, with no known interval?
What is number of beats that the heart has had assigned from beyond time and reasoning?
Somewhere, between memory and feeling is truth, in an open field, waiting to envelop you in transformation.
Immerse yourself in affinity. Reclaim your wonder and bathe in its never ending majesty. Throw away logic for a moment, expand your heart and allow your path to manifest to your true evolution.
No moment is more significant than this. This surrender to expansion.
Photography by: Kirsty Mitchell
I shall love you in your light
As well as your darkness
Though, they may differ…
One cannot exist without the other
Days are brilliant…
They are a time spent on the physical plane
Night, is where one goes deep
The beauty that is sacred awaits in heart of darkness
All that cannot be seen with the naked eye
Is felt with a bare soul
These secrets that the moon has to offer,
It pulls on the tides,
Reigns in emotion,
When will we learn to embrace darkness…
the way we do light?
Our shadows never appear in the dark
They are a reminder
That everything in nature
Exists in duality
Within these occurrences
There are secrets that cannot be uttered
How can one conceive this in words?
In love there is no exact language
It is energy
That is created
It is simply understood
Your spirit, bound to mine
The exchange between day and night
All the vivid, glorious colors in the sky…
All the stars in the universe await the sun’s departure
In order to shine
Their brilliance isn’t dimmed because of the dark
The darkness is the reason why
We become incandescent
Burning slowly in the night
Transcending in dreams
Far and away
Bathing in you
While your heart murmurs
As time slips
And we fall into slumber.
Is this is a dream?
I am indeed awake.
Love is the horizon
in which light meets the dark.
Painting by: Marcel Marien L’Oubli
Be like the tree
grounded into the Earth
reaching towards the sky
Mist churning in the spiraled womb
In which God’s breath whispered life
The wind that passes is a momentary calamity
in which leaves
speak from their boughs
the way we speak from our bosom
Expression is a universal language
between soul to soul
are no different
than the chanting
longing to feel the warmth of the sun,
the strokes of glorious rain
and release its essence into the Earth
We are all mirrors unto each other
The trees need our release for their sustenance
The Earth’s desire to be
is no different than our yearning
We are here to tend to all that is buried within
and appreciate the wonders throughout
To love and be love.
We are more than just human form
we are energy in motion
and everything among us speaks a language we already know.
Photography: Vitor Schietti
I do not usually write posts describing my day or personal experiences (that aren’t poetry), but I felt in my heart that this needed to be shared. I hope this may help another or reach someone in some way. Because deep down, I believe we all share that common desire, to touch another heart.
My father passed when I was a teenager. I haven’t visited his site, in quite some time. And the guilt of it had been lurking. The entire drive there, felt like an out-of-body experience.
I wasn’t whole. I felt broken. And kept breaking.
I can easily cry, over a sappy movie ending, cute animals, babies, a good cheeseburger… you name it. And I have no problem with anyone seeing me in that state.
However, I despise being seen in such a state of vulnerability. I can’t even face myself. Not when it comes to something like this. My mind felt like it was in a fog. And the idea of not having visited the last place his body touched the Earth, haunted me.
However, today was the perfect day to do so. You know how sometimes, you can feel the electricity and energy in the air? It was everywhere today. Storm clouds were brewing as the sun simultaneously shone on everyone’s skin, caressing them just a bit. Showing us that spring was upon us, yet before everything is to come to full bloom, there had to be a final torrent… of emotion, of the cold, of all the weight of the things we must come to let go of, otherwise they remain in the recesses of our being… gnawing at our conscience.
I believe we all want to be free. And our spirit yearns to feel at peace.
As I got near, I felt his presence. I kneeled on the ground before me. I looked to the sky above me. Touched the Earth beneath me. And closed my eyes. And imagined him. He always looks exactly the same… youthful, wearing blue jeans and white button down shirt. Nothing fancy, but nothing to sneeze at either. Hair gently combed back and big, happy cheeks.
I felt his embrace. We have met in dreams many times, but this was long awaited. I opened my eyes, and hoped for an Earthly acknowledgement.
Two geese passed by. On our very last trip together, we spent a picturesque dusk, feeding geese together. He emphasized on the importance of all living beings and how we were here to nurture one another. God, I missed him so much. But nothing physical remains.
As I walked by and looked at other tombstones, I noticed the times in between birth and death. Who knew why we are ordained the time we are given? Each life is a gift. Each soul with a purpose. Our gifts that we are given and meant to pass on. It all comes from love. A passion for what we love. The people whom we love.
How can we acknowledge those whom we love? How can we remember without only feeling sorrow? The answer is to honor their memory, as best as you can. It is so easy to fall into anger, thrive on negativity… but when a spirit departs, its pain is no longer a void that remains. We meld into the otherworldly. Into places where we collide with the light of the stars.
You, are still alive and have a purpose to fulfill. Love which remains to be given and received, so beautifully. It is absolutely reasonable to be totally human and feel every emotion. We all succumb to these from time to time, again and again. Everything changes. However, the only thing that ever truly stays, is the love we feel. The love we have learned. And the love we leave behind. This is the power of love.
The day ended in sun showers. The storm cloud that had governed most of the sky dissipated. And it rained, a lush, gentle sweep over every living thing and then the sun blazed with all its glory.
I cannot possibly explain just how beautiful this transition was… It was more than anything, comforting. As if the timing of your life was beyond random coincidence, and in the larger scope, harmony.
Photography: Desmond Steiner, “Fear No More”
Where do our faults lie when we do not heed to the Universe’s call?
What happens when we ignore the eternal echo that speaks in symmetry?
Symmetry, which is so delicately woven into the fibers of our being. Our body, every atom woven to mold us is precisely the way it ought to be. Presented in such a manner that its very etherealism leaves you breathless, not lifeless, for there is a difference.
You hold your breath to sustain awe in such inexplicable, sweet tragedy of realization. While reaffirming, what the heart already knows. The answer to everything lies within you… it always has.
We justify, internalize and modify truth. When truth cannot be altered in any of these ways.
What is truth…?
Truth is warm hands on a cold, winter night… harboring comfort that skin has long forgotten.
Truth is the moment between a deep breath and its release. Release in being. Breathe in, and remember where you are. Presence is everything in truth.
Truth is harmony that speaks in a language none of us can hear, yet we never fail to understand.
What we tend to not take heed to, is that we cannot leave truth hidden in caves, leaving us fumbling through the dark.
It cannot be left in remnants of cinders, yearning to flame.
It cannot falter to the wayside and not feel the brilliance of daylight.
Truth isn’t meant to be tucked into corners and folded properly. It isn’t meant for narrowing etiquette and doublespeak.
It is the ignition of flame, the very moment before it sparks.
It is what moves us.
Truth lies in resonance, that which touches you in such a way that you cannot help but feel moved… which then casts a fire that exists within all of us.
It’s silent, potent alchemy, which brings forth life. Life, which is hidden in so many things. And visible in many others. Lost and lived, praised and doomed. We are stretched upon a single fiber that connects from life to life and day to day to a place and time, where there is no place and no time…but this…
All of this beautiful synchronicity so effortlessly woven into what we can only call being.
That is the truest thing,
knowing you exist.
What you choose to do with it,
is your truth.
Artwork: Christian Schloe