When your parents are occupied..

when your children are sleeping or at play..

and when you're without anything pressing to do..

practice becoming one with God, with yourself.

Therein lies and therein you find your eternal and constant connection to the Divine.

When I grew up, I saw that, of my prayers, they traveled only to the walls surrounding me. I was not praying to anyone who could hear. So began the greatest lonely.

And so, in heartbreak, I grew silent. Indignant even of this new. I had rage for the thoughts of my beliefs, for everything I was told, for all the truths I didn't know.

In my silence, I was left alone with my thoughts. Oh, what a dangerous thing that could be. For, I knew there was nothing there. And then I saw there was nothing there..

Oh, I cried inside until my temples hurt--Until these fathoms could no more be contained. Then, I knew that I would still be okay if I cried out into the night again.

On the day that I began to speak again, I spoke out into the nothingness. And the walls, they disappeared! And my words, they traveled far into no ears.

I rejoice, on this day, to tell you that my voice did not return unto me void. It returned from the void that is beyond me. To fill my empty. In my belly. Complete.

Maybe my head really is in the clouds, and if it is, my body is left behind.

With all the floating numbness up here, I forget that my spine is misaligned. I forget my wounds and the abrasive surfaces of the skins of people and their minds.

Large, heavy bones made bare from muscles torn and loose

give creatures their turn to feast. This corporal thing is me.

With all the joyous dreams up here, there’s an ever-presence in my ears. Sometimes I wake to ask: What are those sounds? I hear my ragged bones dragging across the ground.