The Celestial Tone

The Devil is not in the details.

God resides there.

Not your God or my God.   Certainly not the God of the clerics.  But God with a capital G as large as infinity.

The Devil is really nothing.

A nothing with broad brush that plows under with indiscriminate haste everything in its path.

God takes its time to savor, nurture and appreciate the multiplicity. 

It cannot do otherwise.

For the Devil everything is simple.

Cause and effect is immediate and straightforward.

God manifests through an ineffable network that can only be experienced.

and if there are rules, you'll never understand the mystery.

But notice how you feel when you ruin someone or something's day

and If you soil a sandcastle

even if you don't see, feel, or sense it,

you are only hurting yourself.

Many Come for the Healing

Intentions are the dance we do with the energies of the universe.  But even that is thinking too much.

Perhaps we can channel the stream before it reaches the river, bringing it down the path of less resistance, perhaps along the more scenic route.  But gravity, being what it is, will pull the stream inexorably to the same river.

When our intentions align with the energies of the universe, we, and by that I mean our individual consciousness disappears.   We only form when the energies are blocked.  Humans are blocked energy.  Thoughts are the manifestations of blocked energy.

In ways I do not understand the heart seems to be a more sensitive barometer of the universe.  The brain is the receptacle of the blocked energy.  The gut is the storehouse of the energy. 

May you be well.

Block of Lavender Scented Shea Butter

I have waited for that voice

You are real.  This is real.

All my life

I have listened.


I imagine you are alive

that we are in countless elsewheres

That this is real

the loving hands

that hold the manifold surprises

the doorways into other words.


But we ran until

the moon fell

until the world disappeared

and I have listened

But the moon says a lot of shit.