Search for God

 

I had never truly been searching for God.

I had been searching...

...for the place where God had never stopped holding me.

Welcome

 

It occurred to me that perhaps 

this was 

what true welcome felt like.

Not being made the center 

of attention.

But being allowed to belong 

without needing attention at all.

Tiny Drop

 I found myself as a tiny drop of rain falling toward an endless sea.

For one brief instant fear appeared.

If I touched the ocean...

I would disappear.

Then...

The feeling shifted.

The drop did not vanish.

It became what it had always belonged to.

The fear dissolved.

Only vastness remained.

SomeWhere

 

Word Fence

 

Don’t watch the words sitting on the fence.

Look between the cracks 

of the fence to see 

what is hidden behind. 

Cryptic Crabs

 

My mind is a ‘cryptic cradle of crabs’ 

and yet, 

has convinced me it makes sense. 

Need more coffee…

Churning Sea

Infinity, eternity and infinitesimal perturbation

All seething within the deepness of the void. 

Thus worlds are born, live and

return to the churning sea of emptiness.