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 The Christian God takes off her clothes In a tantra of trust  Y O U R S O U L  Unfurls

I get it... she murmurs... maneuvering... her stilts... Above T H E F R O G S P A W N Of my book

 Marcus Aurelius patrols the boarders While S A P P H O T U G S A T My Sleeve    Marcus Aurelius (161-180 CE) was the last of the five ‘good’ emperors of Rome. He spent his later years…

On Storm Riddled Pass  I R E S T W I T H Windblown           Within this temporal body composed of a hundred bones and nine holes there resides a spirit which, for lack of an…

 The quietness of the continent soothes your arms Beneath  Your T E A R S T H E H U D D L E D Poor    

 You embrace the stranger in the mirror The R E D N U Z Z L I N G Horse

It’s a jaw breaking flying donkey kicking word Hypnagogia Loves V I G I L U N T O Light   I received a lovely email from a reader after yesterdays poem and meditation. She shared about her years between…

 I no longer call you 'awakening'  What’s Y O U R S S E N D S M E T O  Sleep

I do what I can to keep the universe awake T E N D M Y O W N S M A L L    Fire   

Even poor gammy legged science has a name for you Hypnagogia The B R I D G E O V E R T H E R I V E R Why     ‘Hypnagogia:’ the transitional & creative state on…