Sting of a wasp Rip of a nail A razor’s slice The needle’s plunge.
A piercing word A stab of betrayal The boundary crossed A trust broken.
In this lacerating moment Pain is all you know. Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh, Scribing incandescence in your nerves. Right here In this single searing point Of intolerable concentration, Wound becomes portal. Dive through to the wild brilliance of the Self.
~ Vijnana Bhairava Tantra
Many on the spiritual path rightfully long for a sudden point in time when a shift happens
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
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?
Meanwhile, someplace in the world, somebody is making love and another a poem.
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
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