Stray Thoughts

If I were trapped on a desert island and I could choose 10 books to have with me, four of them would be blank. 🙂

I would need to figure out some form of ink tho as the eventual wear and tear of having to use one’s own blood….

As I get older I find myself believing less and less and the things that I know, that I am absolutely certain of, even those I acknowledge the possibility I may be wrong. The universe has constantly proven itself to be stranger than I could possibly expect with very few fixed points.

I’ve  learned to mistrust other people’s certainties as they seem to point to their vulnerabilities..I love questions. The asking always seems more interesting than the answer. Just ask any 3 year old 🙂

Out of Darkness, A Shadow speaks…

Who speaks to you from the darkness?
How do you perceive me?
As I perceive myself?
Surely not!
Tho you hear my voice and see my image
you watch a platonic shadow on the wall
of your own being

You have touched the light
each of you
or been touched by it
and so see truer than most
but how much comes thru?
Can you feel my love
and my desire to touch
No, not your body, but your being
So that together our light
can dispel shadows
and our love awaken the cosmos