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 …
Boney, stringent Lines that cross Steely gazes Minds of loss Pearls of wisdom Lined up, neat Beaten down With golden wheat Trusting no one “Who is there?” Fraught with misery Winds that scare Solace seeks us – Every – One – Yet turned away We look for Sun The rain will fall If only we’d …
My professional background is interior architecture. I’ve worked in the professional design community for almost 10 years now. Surprisingly, part of me loathes it… but an equal portion is enthralled. An oscillating love/hate relationship. But the design instinct is ingrained and natural and I will never get rid of it. Design and architecture in general is quite …
Starry folds Hands entwine Lightning burns Time unwinds Light years ahead - See the curves! Love the blisters Twinge-ing nerves Like a stone-man From the ground Like a pebble Echoing sound Dropped from my perch - Way up high - Falling, twisted Through the sky I know not where The falling goes But faith, have …
Are thought waves or thought ‘states’ like an onion that you peel, one layer after the other? Do we prefer one kind of thought wave over another? I find much of my time unwilling or unwanting to “downshift” my conscious thought into the mired details. If a game or a task requires strategy or logistic-style …
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 …
My heart is in many different places on Christmas. It is joyful and playful, but also seized by a sliver of solemnity. A still silence that bows to some majesty that has either been forced upon me from outside myself, or one that is innate. I try to grasp why, or find the true source …
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 …
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 …
Amie Zor 