insecure attachment

my path is narrow but it's winding my direction is clear but my destination is elusive I have a home but I feel that I don't fit and when I look for another place I get lost and wander back I used to believe we all…

Prayer for Healing: "woven in these lines of seven"

in days gone for long ago when a boy was I before angelic but violate without recollection clear my suffering started then in hands that were bound to trust secret demon living near to forgive and to forgo must remember much and mark or imagine total hell to list off…

All is Ein

Everything is nothing and that nothing is everything. This is the nature of the source and manifestation of our existence. All is borrowed and loaned to whatever has need. Poems are wisdom and wisdom is poetic. Art is creation and creation is art. What we borrow to create is revered…