There's something about the changing of seasons. The skin sheds from the serpent's back and the foxes change into their new coats. Some seasons feel cold and like the night lasts forever. The stars are covered by clouds and all we have is the pollution to breath in. Inhale. Exhale. The summers are hell and … Continue reading A Parable: As The Leaves Fall
Dear church, Thank you for showing me how messed up I was. I wouldn't have realized that you messed me up if your doctrine didn't tell me I was. Thank you for showing me that I can achieve anything if I die to myself. The more I die to myself, the more I'm not accepted … Continue reading Dear Church
Here I am, being as an ocean. I am complete in all. I am the birth of life and the destruction of a storm. I am the blue sky and the water that nourishes you. You are in me and I am in you. There is nothing that can separate. The wind moves with me … Continue reading A Poem: Waves
If you've been following me for some time, you know that I've changed a lot. I've had many ups and downs in my journey since I've started The Spiritual Dilemma, but everything has been worth it. Every mistake, adventure, and curious thought has shaped me into the person that I am today. If you're new … Continue reading I don’t call myself “Christian”.
Sitting and staring and thinking and sitting, The Self alines with colors of skylight, I'm depressed sometimes because people don't know me, It's evident that I'm caught in a rusted goodbye. In splendor, I talk and with love I reverberate, I sing to the moon but no one replies, I sit in silence and … Continue reading A Poem: My Friends are My Thoughts
Richard Alpert, Ph.D. was a psychology professor at Harvard University. He grew up in a middle-class Jewish family, had a successful working career, and from an outsider's perspective would have his life altogether. He began to question what more that life holds and what consciousness really means outside of what the textbooks that he had … Continue reading Ram Dass
Life is short, and suffering is inevitable. Life is suffering and suffering is short. For so long I've held suffering in the palm of my hand, and for that I now understand. Life is short and but a small vapor. With a gust of wind it comes and goes. Vapor makes its way back to … Continue reading A Poem: To The Bottom of The Ocean