Open the clutched hand weary and veined - you’ve been holding on to yourself - fall into safety - flow from stillness - the pond’s reflection is your grail - attract what you already have become who you already are - On the vast plain of awareness, sun and stars mirror the ecstasy of being. [...]
Listen. The tick of the clock the call that doesn't come the refrigerator's hum clack stop the unsaid word. It is not silence we fear but the meaning we give it. Silence is a container we fill with worry fear anxiety. An imagined reality we create perhaps to prepare for the worst. Silence is a [...]
I am at home where the sea shimmers, mountains scrape the sky or sand dunes shift across the earth. – My soul was a bird once do birds have homes like we do? a fixed sense of place perhaps an aroma, a memory, a history. – Could "home" also rest in movement, the breeze on [...]
My entire life has been characterized by a yearning for wholeness. My career in strategy and all my business writings have focused on this idea of moving from fragmentation to coherence within organizations. And now I am seeing how much that external narrative characterized what I needed to do inside myself. The world "out there" [...]
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