The 60-Second Sabbath

afterlife

  • The Transition

    The moment will comewhen I movefrom non-existenceto existence,from pseudo-beingto true being,from illusionto life,from the image of the Divine,to Divinity. What will I carryinto and through this transition?A handful of longing?A handbag of hope? Perhaps only a heartthoroughly emptied and cleansed,prepared… Continue reading

  • Dream 3

    I dream that I am a ghost. Without any recollection of my death,I now live in my hometownin an expanded versionof my father's Victorian era office.It is somewhat of a reunion–I live here with dozens of other ghosts like me,many my… Continue reading

  • At the Gates

    Finally,standing at the pearly gates–well, actually more like brushed nickel–I see God approaching from the other side,carrying a branding iron. "Next,"says Peter,not even looking up from his iPad spreadsheet. I'm next,but I look around;maybe I should let the lady behind… Continue reading

  • Metaphor

    Sleep–sweet metaphor for death.Some saywe use our metaphorsto keep the world at bay,to dull the edge of life's cutting realities.  I saymetaphorstrips illusion from reality,revealing the Core beneath. Death is sleep,from which we awakenbeyond illusion, beyond reality. Text and image… Continue reading

  • For Bonnie

    Somewhere in the city,this dark September morning,before light infuses the eastern sky,before the crows stir and lift and caw their way back into the day,someone I knowkeeps watch at the bedsideof her dying sister. This sister, the one hovering near… Continue reading

  • Journey’s End

    When I finally made it to the kingdom,weary from travel,hungry and eager to bathe,they treated me like royalty. And the next to arrive,also worn, starving and smelly–she, too, was welcomedwith a crown, a scepter and a robe. When bedtime arrived,out… Continue reading

  • Halloween: Embracing Mortality

      It's autumn. The earth turns away from the sun, and the days shorten. Winter lurks, shivering and lonely, just around the corner. Trees abandon their leaves, turning inward, bracing themselves. The plants we so carefully cultivated throughout the summer… Continue reading