It’s wonderful to think, in giving the chaos of my mind, I’ll find my way spiritually and in the world. It feels like the paths have converged. These are the best moments, the only real life. I said “feel”, but… Continue reading

It can be so itchy, and the only way to make the itch stop is to not scratch it. Talking to myself On my new-found illness. I never listen to myself, except when I’m happy Continue reading

When I seek with the ego, I find nothing. So don’t be surprised. Don’t be alarmed when you find nothing. When you find nothing, you haven’t failed to see what’s there. You’ve found what’s there. But the place has been… Continue reading

I want the real words. Continue reading

Perceiving the expression of something true is a choice. Why do I feel resentment towards myself for writing this? Continue reading

I heard his promise a long time ago. Continue reading

The bad night There wasn’t anything good in this, but I can learn. Before he left he threw a hundred dollar on the table. I didn’t blame him; the experience wasn’t worth much. Except this one: “Let me in” I… Continue reading

It caught my eye as I was passing by. An everyday indulgence. A nice, soft bra. Getting lost bra shopping It was a chaotic, banal mind I was in. I hadn’t any money and I was shopping, fundamentally psychologically disturbing.… Continue reading

We devalue handmade things because we think we want only what we cannot make ourselves Continue reading

The thought of needing to be forgiven causes resentment to God. Continue reading