When I was a child…

1 04 2016

Railroad TunnelWhen I was a child,

I was taught to give my life away – without thought;

and I did. . .


For praise:

an artificial love – feeding an insatiable appetite.

For protection:

insurance against unpredictability – an illusion of control.

For survival:

subservient to rationed affection

allocated by a broken earthly deity.


Clawing desperately – clinging to any simulacrum of solid ground –


I lost myself…


But I am discerning…

that the cracks in my foundation are not my reprobation – but liberation;

that Light permeates the fractures in my façade –

saturating space where rationed, pseudo love imposed addiction;

that a bottomless well of Love, an oasis, exists within.


No need to cling to praise;

no need for controlled protection against the erratic;

no need to survive droughts of tenderness.


I am still giving my life away,

but now –

Life is being given in return…tunnel





4 responses

1 04 2016

Your words and the image are inspiring. Thank you, Greg. Diane

1 04 2016

Thanks Diane. I hope you are well!

7 04 2016

Very well-crafted Greg. I feel the same way. The photos really tell the story. Thanks

7 04 2016

Thanks Ric. I hope you are well.

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