Once, it was a bad dream, a little girl at school, no shoes out of place, out of grace a pearl born to lose it’s shell broken to dust in a wilderness between heaven and hell. Now, it’s freedom’s heart…
Once, it was a bad dream, a little girl at school, no shoes out of place, out of grace a pearl born to lose it’s shell broken to dust in a wilderness between heaven and hell. Now, it’s freedom’s heart…
Dirty girl, she can be That, soiled with guilt and shame. It’s the name impressed on the healing game.
Here, by a road in Manchester. A child blows bubbles, sees them pop, asks with wonder for “more, Mummy more”.
You thought you were right. You believed it was so, so you thought to cut the night in two relieved to state that you know how it should be, if it could be that which we ought to see.
When division bells are ringing and wars are breaking out inside ourselves and in the world around, a yearning for freedom (or even a rage for freedom) can be an engine of destruction. Empowered by the fresh taste of clarity and truth,…
Don’t miss me. Breathe. I am in the wind. Don’t long for me. Drink, for I am the water. Don’t speak for me. Listen! I sing in the silence.
Our bliss is our fear unmasked. Our ecstasy is the dread set free. Our passion is the unconditional release from all condemnation. – Georgi A major application of the trilogy of perception revealed in I AM HERE – Opening the…
I AM HERE – Opening the Windows of Life & Beauty (Georgi Y. Johnson) Non-duality America. Formed by Trauma: The Power of the Repeated Message (Georgi Y. Johnson & Bart ten Berge) Psychology Tomorrow Magazine. Nano Self Assembly and 21st…
Think. Don’t choose left or right, one hand or the other, a father or a mother. Only light can surrender to an infinite night. Letting it all go, in freedom given before. Feel. Darkness surrenders, through now and here, As causes in effect swim aimlessly And…
It looks like disaster It feels like an angel slain.