When I See Myself
Infinite, perfect, effortlessly unfolding — such is life, such is nature, such is the universe. And when I see myself as apart from it, that is my pain, my unhappiness, my curse. . [ 1612 ]
Where’s William?
Where am I when I’m lost in thought? Not here. Not present. Nowhere. Who am I when I’m present? No one. Everyone. And when I’m not? William. . [ 1611 ]
All One
When you see that the tree is you, and that you are the tree, the birds will light on your branches. . [ 1610 ]
Wise Old Child
Letting go the precious image of oneself — the habit, the mask, the careworn cloak — isn’t this the fear of death? And if it is, why not let go now and be completely free, like the wind that blows and snow that falls? In life and deed — why not be a wise old child? . [ 1609 ]
Unexpected
running through the windy dark in icy rain the leafy streets the streetlights’ shine come inside dry the feet the legs the hair and find a strange sight in the mirror . [ 1608 ]
Fire and Rain
Steady rain. Wildfire season in this part of the world is over. But humanfire rages on. . [ 1606 ]
Empty
The mailman shines his light in our box, late again for his supper. . [ 1605 ]
Sweet Delight
apples crisp, maples rose and yellow / geese in flight, wet feet on cold stone . [ 1604 ]
Trustworthy
Before the journey begins, your inner guide will show you the abyss. . [ 1603 ]
William Michaelian 