Snippets By Jonathan Berman

February 28, 2014

When the song wraps around you like a shroud, woven in the hair of the angels. Sun sharpened eyes, a tapestry of golden light lifts you up and into loving arms. I will bend my head to your glory, tears the pen to write my story. I tilt my head to hear your words through me a boat the racing channel keeps death at bay. Open me a blossoming lotus to your space and time, and let go of seeking that which can never be mine.

February 26, 2014

In the ocean of life, the drowning and the swimming often both wear the same smile, but it's only through gentleness, compassion, kindness and hope that one finds the hand that needs grasping... and how will you ever know, if you don't understand that we are all in the same waters?

February 17, 2014

May your story be deepened by the things you share and those who share their stories with you.

February 12, 2014

The sky is my rear view mirror, I do not need a car

To know which way I'm going, I just look to the stars

February 11, 2014

What is a dreamer? A dreamer is one who runs towards the things most people run away from; rain and silence.

February 7, 2014

Cleaning addiction is all around
A careful distraction from the inner sound
That transcribes our hopes and all our fears
Flowers who blossom like living mirrors

But I know life's short we all face death
It can leave you shattered on a shelf
Abandoned by everyone feeling so torn
Chasing shadows as if you've yet to be born

But when you are silent
And when you are still
Only then can you start living
In the eternity of the thrill

That all life is sacred and singing a song
And you were a part of it all along