Find your teachers in the voice of the forests
unplug you cant ignore this
wisdom of the voiceless
Remedies are bountiful and surround us
from the garden to the farthest
prayers made of star dust
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I woke up this morning and noticed quietness in my mind.
Hey! That little irritating Old Judge God was gone. Gone.
There is a Light no eyes can see…
a sound that can’t be heard with ears…
an ancient Loving energy
that vanquishes our tears and fears.
Two stone tablets, given to Moses on the Sinai/Horeb mount
The Decalogue, ten commandments in God’s law was the count
Jesus modeled for our class today,
naked in his open-palmed innocence.
We had never seen such a model before.
He even brought with him his own light.
If you can
tell me where
after I leave here,
I won’t be
For the freedom of the air
that absorbs the smoke of hand-rolled cigs
Millennium, seven years, beast, Armageddon — even the word “rapture”
Terms of so-called truth emanating from a final book granted little stature
May we be comforted, God, by your eternal presence — inward, around, among us
As the ground of all being, your creation knows no boundaries