Cheerios in a Bowl

Floating  on a  milk sea,
We drift apart for  a  time,
Not seeing we are  in the  same bowl,
We spiral to edge of  the galaxy,
Perception  of  small  or infinite,
It’s  still the same  bowl,
Of the Trinity deciding-
Cosmic law…
Adam and Eve will reunite,
Like two cheerios in a bowl.


Does It Matter?

Lifetime of  homesickness,
Never one to fit,
Square peg we are,
Jammed painfully into round holes,
Tumbling to such a heavy place,
Here we  are…
Lulled  into forgetting ourselves,
Sex, money, and hollow dreams.
Dulled into numbness,
We rub sleep from  our eyes,
Trying  to  adjust to bright lights.
No one  else  dares to see,
They fear even  a glimpse,
Knowing  only the  numbness.
So we question why we came here,
Peeling layer after layer,
One heals then the next one bleeds,
Remembering who we always were,
Soul calling us home,
Does  it matter?


Not one to call attention to herself,

mouth set in quiet determination,

lady even dressed in overalls and rubber boots,

standing in the muck.


She is beauty speaking quietly,

forgiving sin before the prayer,

the sweetest sound heard by the wretched,

transgressor pleading on his knees.


She is Pistis Sophia,

close to God’s heart,

she’s where he sends his creative motion.


Seeker calls her by many names…

she is like the Crane soaring in the sky,

Buddhists light their hopeful incense,

seeking Kuan Yin’s guidance.


Compassion found in lowliest places,

filled rice bowl for the street urchin,

warm blanket for the homeless,

where we witness,

God’s heart moving others to grace.


You are answer to my question,

A heart has only one question,

Lifetimes spent seeking answers in wrong places,

Your touch sends sensations surging through me,

Allow your mouth to meet mine,

Nuzzle my soft hair with you nose inhaling its scent,

Vanilla and flowers you say,

Damn the consequences or our fears!

Our love and our passion defies the rules of time and space,

Interlaced we both are together,

You and I.

Sharing a heart, mind and soul…

Physical merge so we are interlaced together.

Riding Samsara

a soul leaving body for true home

we mourn you on your way

you may return in a different place and time

carrying the human experience back to Source

here you ride the waves of Samsara

joy and sorrow, love and hate, birth and death:

every season turns to another

marking illusion time is passing

reality found in moment of a baby’s smile or a lover’s arms

otherwise we ride the waves of Samsara

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

Soul Cravings

The video posted here is the trailer for a short video series based on Erwin McManus’ book “Soul Cravings.” The book is one that I am presently reading that has me greatly intrigued. McManus suggests that human beings have the intrinsic cravings for love, destiny and meaning that are placed there by God. What intrigues me is the idea that desire can bring one spiritually closer to source drawing us home like a magnet. I enjoy McManus’ conversational writing style and his exploration of these idea in a spiritual context. There aren’t too many Christian authors that I have enjoyed reading as I find them too preachy, or they lack the ability to entertain along with delivering their message. McManus manages to write in an entertaining and very unique way. His book and the short films are definitely worth reading and viewing if you are interested in humanity’s spiritual searching.


Drunk on the midnight tones we are

you and I

Children engaged to moon and stars

glowing orbs above our heads

Lying on our backs we worship the sky

finding awe in a stolen moment

I am yours under those stars

if even for only a moment

Unadorned both of our souls touch each other

as heavenly bodies sing music of the spheres

We remain drunk on each other

lovers in each other’s eyes: stargazers