I AM NOT MY FACE

I carry the crisp, first breath of the spring breeze I kiss the fertile ground let loose, bloom wilder I take cosmic wings of the soul I savor the mist of the afterglow I tattoo the atlas of the double rainbow I am re-united with the inner Sirius the guiding spirit of rose dew i give birth to a touch of the singing bowl that rings the infinite indigo with grace, hope, and radiance.

Nocturnal melancholia

My penchant for the embodied pathways to self-healing & wisdom through the direct-intuitive experience of the mysteries and the majestic of the Wild is where my soul path is. As a devoted seeker, I am on my Way to fathoming innate liberty that is inherently untethered and potent, like dandelion seeds, bloom wilder into the limitless sense of wonder, to the miraculous vibration of serenity and enlightenment again...

Restless Soul. Dislocated Heart. Unmendable love.

I decided to congregate, if not all, what I had been traversing at the cellular level of human (soul) experiences into one, compounded, and just a bit stretched title. A chunk of restlessness, prolonged tunneling of displacement, and some cascade of undescribable nuances occupied the heart of my heart as if unfettered inner flames that never burnt off...

Horizon

"What is the never-ending horizon of hope?" God reveals to me by whispering in the ear, "...know that you can, and rest assure you have everything you need to take chances, make your own rules, and the power of living like there's no tomorrow." Mindfulness is no ordinary sitting exercise: It is the highest known … Continue reading Horizon

Zombie

An inner dialogue arises after a brisk soul calling with a colleague in HK. And it goes like this... Q: "What do you do for a living?" A: "I AM A Souldier." Q: "How is that meant for you?" A: "It meant by protecting my soul (purpose), I'd set myself free." Q: "Why do you … Continue reading Zombie

Shift

The season seems to gear up as well as the body - energy flows like the unfrozen lake; you asked, "what is it feel like to be alive?" I said, "when you are feeling vibrant and rooted in your inner sanctum?" "hmmm, but how would that be possible when you are so unconvinced by the … Continue reading Shift

Amélie

“Life is a mystery, everyone must stand aloneI hear you call my nameAnd it feels like home” One year ago, February 13, off from Boreal Coffee Shop, drizzling afternoon, 4:33. A captivative single shot - knowingly, out on my first excursion to a whole new, unfamiliar territory. Strolling. One year later, onto the fifth day … Continue reading Amélie

Writing

https://youtu.be/OBHdKYNRDuY Dharma Talk at Upaya Zen Center with Natalie Goldberg “But I can say one of my favorite books about writing is Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg, and she is a poet. Her website is https://nataliegoldberg.com/. Also the Poetry Foundation has a great list of writing prompts they release each April for National … Continue reading Writing

Dreams

The circularity of dreams is untouchable. Alive, yet blurry from hindsight. Empty wheelchair. Flattened, broad, and extended spiral staircases. Repetitions. Endless racing footsteps. School. Strange entity. Mind's eyes. Mindless prefrontal cortex. Dropping celling. Dimmed corridor. Dusty air. Chalkboard grey pixels... Antique bicycles flavored. Hurrying to the Exit. Bittersweet. Calm heart. Brighten the crack of the … Continue reading Dreams