Where the Heart Is (Part 3)

Where the Heart Is (Part 3)

You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound. And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless you break...
Where the Heart is (Part 2)

Where the Heart is (Part 2)

But the hunter was also the hunted; For many of my arrows left my bow only to seek my own breast. And the flier was also the creeper; For when my wings were spread in the sun their shadow upon the earth was a turtle. And I the believer was also the doubter; For often...
Where the Heart Is (Part 1)

Where the Heart Is (Part 1)

Your reason and your passion are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul. If either your sails or your rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas. For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining, and passion,...
Listening to the Voices

Listening to the Voices

Understand Heaven in a very literal sense—Space. See, we are in Heaven now because the Earth is a spaceship, and Heaven is Space. What is called in Chinese ‘Kōng,’ Japanese ‘Kū,’ 空 – the void. That’s what is important. That we, most of us, don’t know this. Even...
Ignorance, Bliss, and Where We Go from There.

Ignorance, Bliss, and Where We Go from There.

“Hey, Sally?” “Ya, Phil?” “It’s really nice out, isn’t it?” “It really is. I love our Wednesday Daytime Duck Dates.” “Me too. I could just glide around with you like this everyday.” Their little orange flippers turn them around so they are facing each other, swimming...
Give and Take

Give and Take

“I’m Red,” she says, feeling a little thick-skinned and not really wanting to engage. “I’m kind of red too,” he counters, hoping to find common ground. “You’re not red. You’re kind of yellow.” “What! I am not yellow. I’m more bold!” “Well you’re definitely not red,”...

Who Was It?

In the end, i believe it was god. But before, i knew it was you— the same tricks and traps scrawling prose imagery out the wazoo. Upon second thought, that was my mind wandering aimlessly instead of reading mindfully so that In the beginning, there was never a need to...

Serially Lost (Part 1)

This morning, at 8:02AM, Jan woke up and decided she didn’t want to live anymore. She looked around her childhood room, although different than it was growing up, still simmered in the memories of her jaded past. The Crayola green and blue and white polka-dotted...

Commit to a Writing Practice

Today’s Prompt: Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you? Three important songs…Mozart? Gerald’s music? definitely something by David Bowie hmmmmmmm…it’s hard to think and write at the same time…Queen, definitely Queen’s...