This is a poem about when life comes zooming brakeless into and through your life, and you don’t collide, yet you’re touched and left scuffed – Alex Nichols.
Thick scabs of thoughts–some that had long-term nestled on my awareness and created the story of my life–cracked open and fell from my mind back into the ether. This allowed my awareness to expand like a balloon, commune and reunite with God–the unlabeled, dancing, swirling, flowing Here and Now…
Rurrenabaque, Bolivia. Somewhere deep in the jungle… I crouched on the hay-covered panoply underneath the makeshift palapa, smoke blowing up my nostrils from the crackling hearth. I was in hell, swirling through the depths of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. As I fell deeper and deeper into a bottomless hole, I opened my eyes and saw… [Continue Reading]