Writing/Poetry + Photography ✨ Human is Soul ✨ Exploring truth, purpose, freedom, consciousness, the sacred, and what it is to walk the path of the heart. ❤️
I walk through a landscape
that overlaps this one.
The smell and swirl
of wind and sand.
A distant silent smoke,
reaching toward
the heavens.
There are temples
only visible
to a heart acclimatized.
Feel where the sacred gathers,
feel where it builds,
and sit there for as long
as the gateways
stay open.
—Milota
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The journey is
a mountain passage.
Loose pebbles,
pockets where energy gathers
and builds,
new life that grows
from ancient stone,
the promise of water.
Its movement keeps me
as a river unencumbered,
open always to a
greater interpretation
than the one before.
I know my destiny
is to reach the ocean,
but look,
there are glowing wildflowers
all around,
ready to speak.
There are leaves of old trees waving,
as to not
miss it.
–Milota
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Sometimes, in the middle of it all (life often seems to feel like a middle), I wonder: What are we doing here? What's at the core of this human life?
Most days, I find myself in some variation of this wondering.
And yet, when I look back on my journey, on all the beautiful and sacred experiences—big and small—that have unfolded along the way, I'm reminded that something takes care of the meaning. I'm inclined to call it the heart.
The heart takes over, and from it, a special kind of action emerges. We find ourselves at the centre of the wave—the wave of meaning, the wave of purpose, the wave of light, the wave of God.
It's the heart that knows.
It may seem as though we've slipped off this wave from time to time. I think it's supposed to be that way. But we're wired to catch it again and again, especially when we know it's the thing to ask, and look out for.
Photo: A walk through Vancouver, BC.
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Facing the window,
there's a man reading a book.
What it's doing to his energy
reveals the relationship between him
and the words on the page.
The words are taking him somewhere.
Or perhaps they're bringing him closer
to what has been here
all along.
Does he know it?
Does he know that he,
in this quiet moment,
is touching God?
—
Excerpt from "Human and Angel"
Full piece on Substack:
https://t.co/L71xCu4oA5
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