Cringing in blackness – Greed of the seed I don’t want to enchant These things that I need. Forsaken souls parted, Drifting afloat Aloft of the carcass Missing the boat. What if our vision Is only a ruse? A giant game started Only to bruise? Happenchance meetings Run wholly amuck, Heart strings strewn all around …
As above, so below. * The other night, I thought of this phrase and imagined a giant inverse pyramid on top of the great pyramid at Giza. Like that of a mirror. An invisible inverse that only the soul may see, as the soul is the same aspect of the physical body, but inverse. The …
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 …
Bring it in, bring it down Circle up, circle 'round. Live inside, outside seams See into the lightest beams. Wanting much, and scary surprises Wanting more, and Sun arises.
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 …
Sewing, stitching destiny Freedom wins to tyranny Dusty cobwebs, combing down Light the path to wear the crown. Minding manners, restless creed Sun shines down to whip the weed Cutting fabric, manic sleeves Building something worth the squeeze.
What is the true meaning - the true purpose - of religion? To find God? To save yourself? To redeem yourself? To have a pathway to morality? No, I don't think any of those statements fully captures the main purpose - the real, subconscious drive that lights us up inside and compels us to seek and devote …
Bloody cowbells leave me be. “Surrender now or follow me!” Parched throats holler, “Come on down! Let us show your soul around!” Pardon, mister, whatcha say? ‘Spirits swallowed every day?’ Why such saccharine in the voice, When presented with such choice? “Chop, chop, sweetie, make some plans. Shout out now, to all who stands!” Reflective …
A faulty stone A giant tumbles Bearing fruit Along the crumbles Wearing much Upon the plate Bearing witness at the gate. "Will we ever find true solace?" "When we end the gilded palace." Colossal heights amount to none Circling 'round and 'round the sun Loosely lumbering Grasping black I think it's time to take it …
Amie Zor 