by James Strohl | Mar 3, 2018 | Poems
The mind unfolds Not an end to a means But a means to endlessness. As the body cringes The soul rejoices Free to be its source Grieve not Neither the past nor the future ...
by James Strohl | Mar 3, 2018 | Poems
Our perceived selves are like puffs of smoke attempting to capture solid form. To substantiate smoke-filled realities we fiercely keep on puffing. Despite persistent...
by James Strohl | Mar 3, 2018 | Poems
Do not avoid desire. See it for what it is. There’s nothing to ever fear again For thoughts created fear. Threats come not from without. It is always me I fear. For mind perceives itself as split. Viewing blame and vengeance real. Learning to believe in attack...
by James Strohl | Mar 3, 2018 | Papers
There is nothing to do, and nothing to say. There is nothing needed, for God knows the way. – JES
by James Strohl | Mar 3, 2018 | Poems
Nothing is asked of you As feelings flow from me. From mysterious origins Waves swell through my being. Leading me to wonder ...
