The all loving eye of wholesome emptiness, is surrounded by the fullness in the matter of all that suffers.
Love is the gift of suffering, and suffering is the birthright of a question.
Something is the balance of nothing, and nothing creates the open-ness for all to exist.
Suffering ceases to exist, when nothing is being questioned.
Hey folks, my revamped website is back up and running in full. Read articles, essays, and poetry pertaining to Pantheism and other elements of “spirituality for the Next Age” at Not Two
Just celebrated the three year anniversary of publications of Naked Me (which has a section of my love affair with Nature) and Hell Outta Dodge, a fun novel. Both available on Amazon.
I write a blog that mostly focuses on my journey into some nasty brain diagnoses. And to think, it’s my very favorite organ! Here’s a recent one, but feel free to read all of ’em at fay’soflife.blogspot.blog.
I don’t know if this has anything to do with anything, but it is real enough for me
Tonight I felt a strong compulsion…[Read more]