poetry | NOEMAYA

This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to …

It gives Itself in one form or another. Now as boring, now as exciting; often as dreadful, and sometimes as …

I wear a mask made of nothing, you don’t see it on my face but I feel it all the …

Logos is a threat to the intrinsic ambiguity of existence; it fragments an existence already shredded by time. Logos is …

When the sun comes up, the earth is flooded with its light; it illumines and uncovers the ugly and the …

To give up this world, this chaos so near and dear to me, to give up this daily subscription to …

United in our essence we are differentiated only in the aspects we manifest of that essence. Like the petals of …

The Void swallows that which is like it, empty and transparent. In that blessed moment what is above snatches from …

My Beloved has come again, I am light again, light as a feather whirling in the gravity of my Eternal …

Religion is architecture in time; but what is seen with the eye of form, that is, the forms that constitute …

Don’t ever think that you are not home. You are home and you always been home because you are the …

Fear not my friend. Go where you have to go; do what you have to do. Nothing is ever lost, nothing …

Deep deep inside me is sitting a naked man. Though I am in space He is not; though I am …

When I see you, when I lose myself to the irresistible sight of your eyes, to that evergreen noema, I …

Past and future veil God from our sight; burn up both of them with fire. How long wilt thou be …

What is the human receptacle but a prism that refracts the pure light of the One into the rainbow of …

Wherever I turn I see the face of God, My pain is god; My pleasure is god; My worst moments …

Everywhere you look you see the face of God; blessed be the one who sees the face and not the …