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...

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