Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
i make the river sing
This is now, now. This is a new year. These are the first words of a new year. Time is meaningless, and so is existence, but I am ensnared in both, god in skin trapped in meaningless time and meaningless existence and craving meaning I make it myself. don’t you see? the craving of meaning…
Read MoreGod Did Not Speak to Me
God did not speak to me. I spoke and my voice was divine, though I was unaware that all the “god” i seek is not something, someone, an entity bearing being somewhere beyond the universe. god has only always been everything, and I keep forgetting.
Read MoreOnce Upon a Time
once upon a time I was god. once upon a time I was a star. when I was a star I was god but I did not know it then. I do not know it now, either. once upon a time I was born. on the day I was born, manacles were clamped on…
Read Moreday 11: short poems and unsolicited hugs
I get all the wackiest search terms that people type into Google and wind up on my blog. Today I’m going to share a few of them. This is going to be fun.
Read MoreConfessions
It’s not often that you find a place like this where you can share a bit of your life completely unedited and uncensored and be met only with love and belonging. I’d love for you to listen in.
Read MoreTrying To Feel God
I’ve spent most of my life trying to feel God. Perhaps all along She was as close as my own skin.
Read MoreLove in the Age of Tinder
Are they ruining their lives? Or am I missing out? Does this window-shopping dance make us all consumers of love and of each other?
Read More7 Simple Ways to Love Yourself Today
To be wholehearted is a radically subversive act. Begin here. Be gentle. Be patient with yourself. And don’t give up.
Read MoreLetting Go
You do not have to write your own story. You do not have to believe all the right things. You do not have to be good. You only have to keep walking, and know that you have always been infinitely loved.
Read MoreDay 08: Learning Poetry
Today is National Poetry day, so I want to share one of my favorites with you. I first heard it from my friend Stephen, during our cross-country road trip at the start of this year. Somewhere in the Utah desert, probably. Though the winter, I had bits and pieces of this poem written on the window…
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