You are enlightened when you only see your own face everywhere you look, and you realize that you are God. And your name is the source of the real. The doors are wide open. And the doors are wide open. The world is made of mirrors. You are the only thing that exists. The world… Read More Ever in My Only Widdendream
I present to you the poetic saga of myself–of a person who has actively applied himself to the cause of dismantling Antiracism for all of his adult life, albeit in the obliquest of ways. The book is a compilation of poetry I wrote from the couple years or so I spent either struggling to make… Read More LO!