You are a companion to me. A friend. In true friendship, I come to you. There is no excuse for me wanting you. There is no wayward son. Not a thing that comes undone. (more…)

Nothing stands before me. Potential. Without obstacle. The possibility of experience.

I am fluid. Unsurpassed, meant to last. (more…)

Come little one. Come. Into the valley of endless returns. Into the home of the free. (more…)

I couldn’t converse with you. We exchanged words. Mine hit your wall, then bounced back at me, without the bounce. More like a brick that went nowhere, suspended in mid air. There was nothing supple or subtle about it. We both ignored it, (more…)

How will I know if you come to visit me? How will I recognize your reverie? How can I see that which I do not know I do not see? Come to me. Anyways. Come to me. Anyhow. (more…)