In small moments when my daughter wants to sit with me, on my lap, and is not content unless her hand is touching my neck, collarbone, hands or heart - this is when I fully realize and remember why we're here. What we're meant to do. What we've been looking for. Connecting with others, ourselves, …
Searching for the light Bright Reaching to the night Sight Trees above me sway Stray Roots below me pray Stay Always on the run This ‘mind’ To be together Of like Kind.
Do we really create our own reality? Or is it really a 'co-creation' that we believe we have ultimate power over? I wholeheartedly believe that we, as individual conscious agents, have a hand in creating - imprinting - our own realities and experiences. I think I always have. Like a small kernel of thought that lay dormant …
Croaking traps and barbed wires Await us underfoot Yet we open the heart And authentically call Revealing the cause at the root. Unlock the cave of desires Abreast of the morning light Speed into focus, Along with the Self Into a glorious sight. We seek the things unseen Experienced from inside Yet they are locked …
I’ve recently been trying to define my belief in God, or map it in some way, but it’s hard to describe. I’ll cut to the chase: I think the subconscious is a direct line to God. I think the subconscious IS God. I don’t think this is a sensational thought. In fact, I thought this …
Connections form us Within, deep Like a notebook that we keep Faithful rising, like a camp Singing 'round the fire and lamp Toes a tapping Frothy brews Thoughts and aspirations stew Haughty, haggard, feet that dance "Let's look forward Not askance." So easily we break our song... And it's not long before we're gone If …
I struggle with why and how a fellow human being comes to the decision to kill many others, go on a ‘rampage’ with a gun or other weapon, and cause this kind of deep hurt and malice. I try to put myself in someone’s shoes, to work out what kind of motivations might meet me …
In order to have control, we must give it up. In order to have power, we must let go. In order to rule, we must surrender. Are these statements true? I have been ruminating much on the meaning of these phrases for some time now, and I believe the answer is...YES. It appears to me that …
Dear Daughter, You are almost 2 years old and I'm not sure where the time has gone. And weirdly enough, I am already bracing for the time when I won't see you every day. When you will leave home and live a life that runs parallel to my own, and not still on my track. You …
A girl stooped down to tie her shoe. She was thinking about God. Not THAT God. NEVER that God. The other one. The loving one. She knew He was there. Or He/She. Or it. Whatever the ‘Source’ wanted to be called. There – in that spot that is unknowable, but relatable – He resides. She …
Amie Zor 