Spritual Writings

Aspen Leaves in Stream

Featured in one of my books

I’m falling off the edge of the edge. The point, the moment, water breaks free of its bond to itself.

I catch myself catching myself in the act of being conscious; in the act of being aware, awake, alive.

Like an eye, staring down a deep, swirling hole, following the drops of moments, finding itself at the very bottom. Just heartbeats of feeling and a beautiful nothingness between.