I write not to resolve
but to celebrate.
My words do not explain;
they are enjoyment in ink.
There is no strategy in verse—
only surrender.
Not an orgy of understanding,
but a hymn of praise.
This is not about working with God,
but drowning in the flow.

When the innocence of the ever-new
outshines dark cynicism,
presence sparkles,
and the integral perfection
of the only-ever now
reveals the truth of creation.
Trust. Don’t doubt.
Vaster unfoldings,
beyond imagination,
are at play
in the field of awareness.

Behold it all
in awe,
in rapture,
in peace.