What do others think of me? In the market place of egos, small hearts, like tight leather purses, measure out,
In my presence, is the presence. Only through my presence, can I come to the presence. For my presence, free
In intimate lonely moments, my heart gives a little sigh. The intensity of time; its relentless haste, and my heart,
Here is my first video of the Dragon Creation Myth. This is a story I wrote and came up
In my presence, is the presence. Only through my presence, can I come to the presence. For my presence, free from the
What do others think of me? In the market place of egos, small hearts, like tight leather purses, measure out,
Self, No longer bound by the horizon of appearances, yawns serenly into bordless and depthless vastness: an ocean of awareness,
Like a fragile butterfly crossing an abyss, the voice born in speech, that dies in silence, clings to existence, with
The end of suffering, is the realization, that no one suffered. – Images, floating up and inevitably sinking, in the
Within awareness, the beginning-less, and end-less, river of Bliss, courses with ever permuting, waves of form; of rising and then