Carried Across the Sky

Spirituality

  • Rocking Chair

    I am one who likes sit and dream Or hold a child while I read to her. I have supposed only a mother might invent a rocking chair, To meet the need to lull a child to sleep In an… Continue reading

  • Surrender Dorothy

    The wicked witch skywriting on her broom– Surrender Dorothy– Hardly seems aware Of the Love that wants to carry her above the cloudy horizon, The Love that Loves her preciousness while Adorned as she is in her black dress And… Continue reading

  • Blue Lines

    Seeing the blue line appear under my words as I type I wonder who is keeping me in line, telling me forthrightly I have misspelled a word Telling me how to say something differently When maybe what I am saying… Continue reading

  • Shock and Awe

    The light shines in the darkness Revealing its own infinity And our incapacity to comprehend it– The beginning of real awe. The light shining in the darkness Shines on our own inner darkness As initial shock– Revelation of our little… Continue reading

  • Those who walk while asleep are wasting their time…

    For them there is only the past, present, future. They walk out of illusion into illusion Going along but never up. To be awake is to be aware of the vertical dimension– Of states of being, of evolution of consciousness,… Continue reading

  • Some People

    don’t have a dollar. Their numbers keep growing. Some don’t have a job. Some people have three jobs And still can’t make ends meet. Some people have ten dollars. Some have a hundred stashed in a box Some have a… Continue reading

  • Guest Post by Brian Plachta: How to Find Flow and Jumpstart Your Spiritual Life

    When our car battery loses power, we often take out the jumper cables, open the hood, and jumpstart the battery to give it new life.  It’s the same thing with our spiritual lives—occasionally we need to step back, open the… Continue reading

  • Mercy

    Our concept of mercy changes As our image of God changes. First, there are the gods who Remain aloof, separate from us, who reward And punish us whimsically in storm, in drought, In famine, in plenty. We never know, we… Continue reading

  • How?

    How could it come to this?This not wanting to be goodFor anybody.(Not a meanness)Just a wanting to leave The stageWhere goodness merits applause.And the critics Hold your fate in the palmOf their hand,Where one slip could end it allAnd there… Continue reading

  • The Fading Shine of the Golden Ring

    This path I have walked, My life Has been circling round Back to Fearful, clinging places, More like promises of brambles. I labeled the lessons a nuisance, failed them Cursed my fate. Hard lessons, More like crucifixions. My faith In… Continue reading