I am grateful for every step

That brought me here.

Every desire,

Every mistake,

Every lesson,

Even the most costly.

I give thanks for each lesson

Disguised as a beloved,

I give thanks for the beloved.

I offer myself to this land,

So that I may be a blessing,



I am existing in negative space.
Not this.
Not that.
Not that either.
Everywhere at my feet,
I look down and see
Remnants of former lives
Former beliefs
Former systems
That strangled my spirit.
I sip my coffee,
Feeling the nothingness;
Sensing the fullness
Of nothingness.
And resting.
Knowing that my beautiful life
Lies nowhere in those remnants.
It lies at the edges of safety,
In the halo…



I claim that a warrior simply pursues truth in all its forms,
Cleaning the windshield of perception,
To remove all distortions,
Reclaiming all energy
From the past.
Expanding the capacity
To see and know,
Neither indulging in,
Nor avoiding emotions.

Who follows none,
Nor leads others.
Who knows wisdom
Only comes from within,



Stephanie Dawn Clark

We are here to become wise creators, to serve Mystery, and to experience the absurdity and fullness of Life. In this, true Joy is lived. Welcome to the Party.