To hear, I must listen, to listen, I must be all in. I labor to leave the womb, I suffer to heal the wound. As the cosmos is revolving, the word is evolving. With others, in gestation, I embrace the mutation. My time is not terminal. My space is real liminal. I liveContinue reading “Word”
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Dim the Din
Deafening silence defies demanding. Dwell in the moment, doubt not the Word, with discernment is clad. I am not searching, I am travelling with friends commingling. Demurred distractions Dismissed – be still, a delicate voice speaks. Past informs present — Listen with intent and silent assent Duped not by “owned”, I, despite the “story”, dissentContinue reading “Dim the Din”
