The Cosmic Dance
Did you ever stop to ask, not who you are,but what you are doing here,threaded out from a wholeness so completeit could only split itself apart to feel itself?Not fractured—no, something deeper—deliberately unraveled, so each
Category: Poems
Love Provides
In the great Cosmic Dance, there is no room for want.Desire—sharp-edged and restless—belongs to the aching wound of separation,not to the vast, steady pulse of love. Love does not answer the cry for more;it tends
The Nature of Ideas
Ideas do not belong to us;they arrive unbidden,like a distant tide spilling onto the shore,insistent, uninterested in the fragile sandcastleswe thought we built with permanence.Carl Jung saw it, clear as a mountain stream—we are not
The Awkwardness of You
Born in a scream, torn from the timeless cradle of oneness,where no shadows fall, where no light rises—only the still, infinite hum of being.You were thrust into the glare of distinction, into the sharp geometry
The Short Ride
Here you are, separate and distinct,with edges you can touch, boundaries you can defend,a line in the sand drawn with trembling hands.You compete, you strive, you long for your nameto rise on the Leaderboard, to
You Are Threaded From the Infinite
You are the thread drawn gently from the loom of the infinite,a single strand of being, distinct yet inseparable, vibratingwith the knowledge of a home you cannot remember but have never left.How strange it is
The Stillness That Moves Through You
There is a stillness that moves through you,not the stillness of silence, not the absence of motion,but the deep hum of completeness, endless and unbroken,like the pause between waves where the ocean forgets itself,where the
Threaded Out
Loneliness, a thread pulled taut,drawn from the fabric of eternity,where all hands held each other,where time dissolved into the stillnessof perfect love, no harm, no hurt, no fear.You were there. A trillion trillion years,cradled in
Blooming
You are not the pattern,not the numerator carving fractions from the infinite,nor the denominator anchoring the boundless to measure.You are the guest, arriving at the threshold of this grand hall,invited yet unaware of the invitation,an
Threaded from the One
We came from silence, woven in the unbroken fabric of all,a trillion, trillion years without a seam,and yet here, in this brief arc of a hundred winters, we break,splintered into the shape of a single