Contemplation

And so here I stand, 

staring at the boring

pathology of self-pity

contemplating this 

blessed state of peace

with the way things are

I realise that there’s a 

challenge brought to 

us all - at some point

in which we encounter

the truths under our

attempts to hide

I have felt the severe push

of doubting one’s self

perhaps because of these

experiential qualities

that inflicted such a 

medical need to control

That which I do not have 

power over, is that which

must be left alone - I know

life is itself aware - I trust

the course with fear but

with pure shamelessness

The sickness of being

so distant from your

own creation, it taught me

to remember my permanence

it’s a soul being recycled

with one lesson, after the other

Mountains of truths
they are often mistaken 
for unholy obstacles but
I climb their hills and
in doing so, I see myself

loosening my pain,
it feels like freedom.

Peaceful Embrace

I welcome you into

this special well,

it is full of love,

it bears nourishment,

it is a magical place

where healing comes

from your sacredness

Bathing into it brings the

joy of heavenly awareness

it is the plural experience

of being in touch with it all

so deeply pure, 
yet utterly complete.