Home Is Where The Spirit Goes

Home Is Where The Spirit Goes

You are not so separate from the source

that any connection must do.

All start as bricks and mortar

but some become burning buildings that bury you.

This incarnation is a circular room

with an infinite number of doors;

stop paying attention to the pretty patterns on the walls

and place your damn fingers on a handle.

Practice the gripping

then practice the letting go,

then place a foot through the frame

into all the versions of you

this world is yet to know.

Standing Ticket

Standing Ticket

It becomes part of a spiritual practice

to take one’s shoes off,

leave life’s dirt at the door

and find grounding for the body

through soles of the feet

meeting cold, hard floor.

The glue that binds us to the present

whilst infinity shows up to greet my soul.

The source of the indeterminate.

It’s a universal concert

and I’ve got a standing ticket.

The place I go to be everywhere at once

by going nowhere at all.