Mountain Top

“Hardest stones on highest roads Pave the path to freedom”, Such by nomads I’ve been told, Oracles of Eden. Gypsy women took my hand: “You must find the twins”. Folding carousels of sand: Pages, palms, and wings. Weathers change and seasons die; Sky turns black, blue,...

Moon Clock

The ancient female spirit is dancing to the ticking hands of the moon clock. Under that moon, somewhere in the ocean of tears and blood, Among solitary icebergs of pride and islands of doubt, Where the Truth of the Ego and the Truth of the Soul Swim toward or away...

As He Told Me

As He told me, I took a pen and a sheet of paper. As He told me, I dimmed the light and sat down. As He told me, I started writing, and He did stand behind my back the whole time. “This is over” The only ritual I ever needed was the one to set myself free, alone in my...