Author Archives: amyswords

Join me, friend, on this path. You do not know me, but I see in your eyes a question. This path is worn smooth from many who have come with questions. Look ahead. Do you see that light? That is … Continue reading →

Indelible this loyalty upon my heart. Kin, more than blood – our will to be true. Exact this measure of courage to defend the justice good serves. Eye to eye, we agree the cost keeps us honest, better than the … Continue reading →

Silence is huge when it holds every word that is not said; every dream that reaches beyond what is. It is an honor to hear what you do not say and to know your dreams are in the Hands of … Continue reading →

Somewhere along the way I took a path a little off from the one that was well-worn in a clear direction. This path is covered with vines, and branches lean over it so that I need to hold them aside … Continue reading →

Under your hands my body is newly turned earth. With every touch a seed is planted, cultivating pure life. Beneath my skin lies the knotted root, lost along its way to rivers of energy promised at birth. Within this touch … Continue reading →

Our first connection to transformation cannot be predicted. We may imagine the what, when, where, and how, but we must bide for its reality to dawn. When we go about the business of minding the millions of details surrounding each … Continue reading →

I half-listen to the whispering of my heart, catching a word here and there, my eyes focus on the soundness of it in the moment, until something possesses the rhythm of my breath – measure for measure – as the … Continue reading →

Consciousness is built upon a common ground, a genus of thought that emerges from the whole of human civilization as if orchestrated by a single Mind. Externalities are insignificant – the whispered “yes” heard in the room makes it impossible … Continue reading →

In the landscape of faces, yours is so familiar I wonder: is it a meeting of strangers? Feelings crowd around, vying for attention. I watch from a distance, each safely unnamed. The colors of unshed tears paint your face, softly … Continue reading →

True Arrow Love flies from our heart, a true arrow we do not loose with our own hands. Helpless, we watch that arrow fly, again and again. Courage/fear, patience, joy/grief, hope/despair, trust and faith – these grow our heart big … Continue reading →