God in Drag

In the mirror, evidence of crying in my sleep.

You are no longer the object but subject so thusly, no longer available for possession.

Summer thunder rolls around like a cannonball in a cosmic lead funnel. The “will-it-won't-it-rain” debate has been answered on the dry side. For reasons unseen, the sky just cannot let it drop.

I'm waiting and checking on milkweed seed everyday. The walk is mostly flat which is strange after choosing steep ravines and a million steps in anticipation of mountains. This time we chose the river.

Falling into highs vs. freedom. This is now the question, beloved. The reality of having nothing to lose. Can I allow that to be true?

Wanting less and less from anyone.

Mind as servant vs. master. Does fulfilling one's needs make you any happier than not fulfilling one's needs?

We are not who we think we are! God in drag.

Sat-Chit-Ananda

Follow beauty and love and light and wisdom and energy beyond the personal to find out that it is all the same.

What do I know and does it matter?