poetry

Time is of the essence

Time is of the essence, To get to the nothing You must become. That hum you hear? It moves through you, The breath of the divine as it echoes. That heartbeat? That is yours, The planet's, The universe's, The thump-thump-thump of consciousness as it unfurls. We are all one, And yet even to say this… Continue reading Time is of the essence

poetry

The emperor’s no-clothes

As the stories drift away, As the ideas fade to nothing, You are gradually left naked As a newborn babe, Birthed to a universe That is mysterious, Ever-changing, Pregnant with possibility And silent as to what it all means.