Words Are Birthed, But Silence Is the Womb.
When dad can’t find the words, I touch that depth of silence. This is a good space. The authentic and generative energy where creation truly happens.
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words
The Language of Exile. {poetry}
Like sudden sparks set forth, words splatter upon blank pages, searching for form... or into your hand, like sapphires falling from Her grail.
Unleashing the Feminine: A Word About Our Words.
In finding balance, whether in a person or in a society, it is important that we strike a balance -- between yin and yang, feminine and masculine, receptivity and activity -- regardless of which gender we conform to (or not). It is in this balance that we become whole human beings.
To the Writers Who Make Me Cry.
Do you write to remember -- or forget? Do you write to heal -- or hurt? Do you write to teach -- or learn? Do you write to inspire -- or destroy? Do you write for you -- or me? Because you make me cry. Every damn time. But you must have cried too. I know those words have that effect on me only ...
Moments Of Truthlessness. {poetry}
Truth, honesty, and transparency are the forgotten words of an ancient language in a culture hidden by obscurity. Today we say things like 'Truth is relative', 'We received misinformation', and 'We couldn’t reveal the truth for your protection' to utter falseties and avoid responsibility.
A Plea To Your Words. {poetry}
It seems that she doesn't even need
to complete a circle,
as you wrote in your journal
days before India.
Unlike the tree
Love travels back at each moment to her
original form.
To a primal time
before the transformation she underwent
to be a tool
or a symbol
of human passion.
She Moves In Mysterious Ways: Letting Go Of The Gavel.
He moves in mysterious ways... unless you are the He who knows the deeply-buried secret of generations of familial abuse. He knows that he must leave in order to repair the primal scars to his nervous system, and to feel whole again. He knows he will be judged by others for turning his back on ...
The Words As They Travel A Hero’s Journey To My Lips.
That is why a sharp mind is so important. Its all about reconstitution, really. They are arranged into a symphony of color and light that the eyes bring in. They smell and taste of all things poignant. And here they bake in the sunlight for sometime until perfectly golden and then pass once ...
You, in Words. {poetry}
Though these words may only touch the surface, when you read them, I hope that every letter of every word stirs your heart.
You’re A Teacher… Right?
It’s not that I don’t have more to learn and won’t improve and develop ways to be more impactful, more effective, and more fluid. It’s just that I have earned the right to call myself a teacher and need to grow into that label.