I prepared for your arrival long before I can remember, not knowing when or from where you would come, not knowing your name, never imagining your beauty. How could anyone? And yet we found each other like the wind finds autumn leaves, still clinging to dreams - Love...
Ryan Oelke
Sound of Grace
The sound of grace is heard the more we are open, free of pretense, yet full of presence, easily heard in the simplest of things, but nonetheless, heard in absolutely everything. It’s the sound of the universe listening to us through every form. It’s the sound of Love...
Love and Choice
are we not yet exhausted by the pursuit of purity and perfection in the dirty house of love? yes…but…and…also this…well, also that too i understand. surrendering and giving ourselves so fully are not conducive to this luxurious world of convenience. Love and Choice,...
The Embrace of Nothingness
Nothingness. Compassion finds its roots in the embrace of nothingness: seeing emptiness slipping through so many fingers, trying to touch what already is, and witnessing all the dewy hands holding bottomless cups searching for more water, drops of rain, or at least...
Dark Night of the Soul – Can Good Things Still Happen?
Recently a friend asked me if while you're in a dark night of the soul, good things can still happen in your life. Now, this might sound like a strange question, but it's not surprising to hear. People who know a bit about dark nights might know that dark nights are...
The Shepherd and The Sheep
You ask me to be the shepherd and the sheep and the grass beneath our feet, the wind that moves in-between all things and the warmth of the sun loving rivers deep. Which path do I take when my feet move in all directions? How do I live when I constantly feel birth and...
The Ocean of Zero
I am a warrior in the ocean of zero where silence sleeps and heroes weep here we all live and die desperate for a taste of the divine, longing to be devoured by love and delicately lured to peace ...and even warriors must rest and tend to their wounds accept their...
In This Way
I want to set my pen down, forget my shoes, wander and dance with you in a summer's rain, leave muddy footprints on quiet sidewalks, and spark the wonder of all these passersby who long to gaze in this way love she forgets her name, too giddy and feeling the same,...
The Heart of Lovers
the heart of lovers, a perfect fifth reflected and echoed in the simplest of things: slumbering leaves of young trees ascending from night, the waking warmth of playful sunlight; petals of lilies quietly nestled, caressing rain drops seducing their floral vessels...