What a kindness
she showers upon me,
not letting me skip any steps,
or leave not even one stone unturned.
What a mad trust she has
in this broken stumbling lover,
unwavering she ignores
my ramblings about limitations,
about my longing for a tiny bit of glitter.
You asked for freedom didn’t you, she whispers,
as she pours me another glass.
Drunk and bruised I crawl
to the table again and again.
Yes mother, more,
I give everything for just
one more sip of your exquisite
medicine of the real.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
to fashion universes out of emptiness
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
Where do you see a window you can open for a subtle sacrament to slip into your day?
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
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