Winged

Winged

In a world that is so fast with blinking lights, crowded streets, and dopamine hits – my soul wants to be rooted. Not with my feet in one place, but I mean, rooted in spiritual fortitude. Life is changing. We are in the eye of the storm.. something is calling...
Sermon of what’s already here

Sermon of what’s already here

The sermon of what’s already here ∞ You are looking I am looking I am not being fed by food I am not ever satiated by the substance of this world I crave I need The root of all suffering lies in this incessant craving What do I truly desire? It is said that the desire...
The Descent

The Descent

Light streaming through the window. The warm sun kissing my thighs. My mind spinning happily with unending visions for my life. Invoking the creator. Bowing at the feet of the divine. This is all temporary. I pray to open my eyes. Let not one moment slip by. I want to...