Oh how I long to be among your earth angels; teach me what I need to know. Strip me of all that’s selfish, all that’s dense, free me from any lies. I ask that you hear me now, as my soul is crying out. Speak to me and teach me. I’m calling all angels, teachers, […]
My kind of spirituality is the kind that needs no name. It respects no rules and fits no form. It’s as unique as an evening star, and fluid as the morning mists. My kind of spirituality doesn’t come from the pages of a book, but rises up from the depths of my soul. My sacred […]
In the light of the sun, may we loop the final stitch in all that’s been shorn unduly apart; and by the soft glow of the moon let us smooth out what remains of all our old scars. When we feel the slight itch of a past pain, let us casually brush it away – […]
To those who would call me strange, I say that I would rather be your kind of strange than mine because, to me, strange is denying the truth of our nature. To me, strange is ignoring the pull of the moon’s tides in our veins simply because we can’t yet measure its influence. Strange is […]
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