Nick
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Consolation
A stone at restin the river’s current The water movesthe stone remains Here, we are soothedhere, we are accepted From stillnesswe risewalk into the worldto meet what comeswithout fear Continue reading
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Small Death
I walk backward into the futureEach day, a small death Dead on SundayI rise again on Mondaywith a new facea new electric mind Continue reading
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Pink Sky
I dream within the dreamAwake under a pink sky The mountains know my nameThey knew before my parents met I am here, you are thereWe are all hereUnder a pink sky Continue reading
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A Place That Still Exists
Have you ever woken up on another planet? No, not the kind of trip you take with psychedelics. I mean literally opening your eyes one morning and realizing you’re no longer in your own bed, or even your own solar… Continue reading
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Doorways
For reasons I still can’t explain, the door felt different that night. Not in any obvious way. Just a faint glow at the edges that didn’t quite belong. It carried with it a charge of danger, and, more unsettling still,… Continue reading
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Open the Heart
Open the heartto what arises Joy or sorrowit flows throughalready whole Nothing is missingNothing is wrong No single taleonly the great storythe interbeingof all things Continue reading
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Already Enough
Wherever you stepthe ground waits for your gift Wherever your hands movethe world is ready to receive Your offerings are already enoughsilent, embodied, whole Serve where you standThe moment is calling Continue reading
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This Is My House (horror flash fiction)
We’ve all heard haunted house stories. They’re clichés now, chopped into horror films or watered down in R.L. Stine paperbacks. Families move in, doors creak, things go bump in the night. My case was different. I knew the house was… Continue reading
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First Bite of Truth
First bite of truththe teaching entersa seed in the mouth Sitting stillit dissolves into marrowbecomes what you are Continue reading
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What Promised Land Waits?
Who begs for justiceyet plugs his earswhen told the gates swing onlyfor the burdened and bowed? Who says all are equalthough some begin their walkat tilted doorsand end in ditcheshaunted by demons? What house sells trinkets in the lobbybut no… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 