Driftwood into the Everlasting

It is not wisdom which builds the ark, nor insight, nor charm. Faith may raise or lower it, like locks on a waterway, but it is not belief or canon which composes the vessel upon which Heaven is navigated. Rather, it is the joining of minds which redeems, shapes and strengthens driftwood into the everlasting chancel of peace and freedom.

Around the time I stopped putting living things in a jar, I noticed that I might be lonely in this life. Alone? No. But possibly estranged or apart. Dogs help with that – as does a certain surrender to the play that unfolds before one's eyes. Yet obviously I was a part of a dreamscape which shimmered at some angles and burned like fire at others.

Depression is the blackest black. It is the sepulchral tear at the bottom of the sea. And it wasn't until you reached your redeeming hand towards me that I was able gather my own light. This is how I know a teacher as savior. This is how we are never alone.

The equability of Light!

When I came to from surgery, Kyle was holding my hand. He said I smiled at him and it made him feel good. It seems if you position yourself directly in the center of a moment, somewhere between desire and fulfillment, you can simply move and be, not prejudicing one thing over another. One can hold all things at once – all the light – all the love – no matter what distance we pretend exists. Whose bride am I; the answer is – yes.