life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life


Sometimes the wind that strips everything

is the strong breathing of a yes.
The river of life wears away your little island

and bears you somewhere fertile. 
Receive the gift only departing can bestow,

the holy not in what is anointed
but in what is next,

the beginning beyond the silence beyond the end.
In thickest darkness is a door felt, not seen.

It gives. 
Beside you in confidence 

God is uncompleting the journey for you.
Lay your hand on the dark door. A voice 

says, “Come, join my becoming.”

Steve Garnaas-Holmes

Unfolding Light

There was a definite cracking sound

It came from that place inside

Secret Deep 

Like the milky way

Or the center of the earth

Or heaven

More possibly hell 

– At least half way to one or all of those places

Like winter ice in the springtime thaw

The sound was unmistakeable

Now i feel it moving outward from that secret place

Like an inchworm 

Made of glass

Or razor blades

I wonder if half of me will 


Melt down onto the floor

Like a bizarre murder in an action movie

Where the camera stays still


to catch

The guy who just got slashed through 

From the sword of justice

Looking normal 

for suspended moments 



The smile still on his lips

One piece slides to the floor

While the other stays upright 

To the delight 

of the eager




All of whom I know




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