
We sit darkened inside
Deep bodying, Still Being
Breathing, gasping
At phantoms of fate
Waiting, wondering
How nothing shines forth
As sparks of shadow
Glimmer in faint absence
Light is our god
But God is the night
Hiding entangled
In stars of the dark
Going to ground
To strike the stone
Eyes grow accustomed
To caves without exit
Facing all directions at once
There is no behind
Yet strangely we sense Someone
Other than self
Tpt 6/22/2019…

Think of a time that you felt needy. Maybe it was a time that you felt alone or perhaps ignored and unimportant. Aside from the circumstances that you may associate with why or how you came to feel that way, simply stay with that feeling itself. …
As we look about our world today, our neighborhoods and cities, our country and our world, we see senseless violence and dehumanization everywhere. We may wonder “where is all this coming from – all this hatred and focused harm on each other?” …
I can see myself as a child standing in the center of a merry-go-round, as my brother begins to push the great circle so that it is spinning. As the centripetal force builds, I can feel the force pushing me outward yet I struggle to remain poised in the center. …