she finds a spot that feels safe…literally…an inch…from the spot I had tried to hold her…
I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.
How are we to mysteriously surrender to the creative abundance of darkness?
It’s deeply interesting to me that the religious corruption cited here is largely, to me, indeed a corruption of religious traditions themselves, and by the most visible/vocal religious adherents themselves. This is what gave rise to Nietzsche’s announcement that, “God is dead.” And it is the corrupt God-following zealots who killed God—who corrupted the wisdomContinue reading “A response to religious bribery (corruption)”
“Fearsomeness is false power, and I am not false. Love holds no space for fear. And I AM love…”