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Nearer Than Your Own Breath
Remember: Love is not distant. It surrounds you as a living field and rests within you as your deepest essence. Every breath is precious, every moment alive with meaning.
The Dark Night of Becoming: Psalms of The Cave
We often speak of the dark night of the soul as if it comes once, passes through us, and then gives way to light. But for those on the deeper path, it is not a singular event. It is a rhythm. A return.
Lullaby For An Aching Heart
Come now, aching heart, you have carried enough for one day.
When the Body Cannot Tell the Difference
The human body does not know what the word global means. It knows only near and far, safe and threatened, held and exposed.