Why Now

Shows the Compass of Desire

There is a compass inside each
weathered, black with the sand of time.

Buried in a drawer, in the packet of our soul.
The beauty of it, in its case
the rhythm of the world absorbed when touched. 

Reach angel,

Heaven

I do not want to pray for things that are shallow, or popular.

I do not want to pray for things that are fleeting and satisfy in the finite.
Pray for the infinite, indefinite...

Where there are stars Emily, there will be hope.

A breathe that pulses with their light, the miracle of their existence shining a world away
Lay long, onto the ground, spread yourself long, clean onto the earth, keep pace with your star, sure, bright and shining with brilliance visible worlds away.

There may be no other day than today.

The world, our daily lives, may seem real and predictable;
such is the focus on our routine to meet our needs.

Has there ever been a day without one small, unexpected item, thought, idea or person that came into your life? Right smack in the center of your oh-so-well planned-out routine?

No, there hasn’t.

The mantra...