My Mysticism / A portal without a door

There must be some reason, right?, for our souls to be housed in vessels which can shatter.

The full moon shone there in the face of God and trailed etheric resplendence on the black sea and all along the shore in the dark we stood, awed, frozen in place and in worship.

In Valencia I’m much more myself than I have been before. I keep feeling energy well up behind my crooked nose and it makes me sniffle and sneeze. The feeling of congestion bet…