Eric Micha'el Leventhal
Biography of Eric Micha'el Leventhal
Eric Micha'el Leventhal is a literary consultant and holistic educator based on the island of Maui, Hawaii. For more information, please visit www.theartofemergence.com
Eric Micha'el Leventhal's Works:
A Light from the Shadows: Reflections on Oneness, Identity, and the Creation of Experience (An Emergence Book)
Eric Micha'el Leventhal Poems
The Second Sound
For as long as anyone could remember, there had been a legend among the people, telling of a group of immortal warriors who lived in a forbidden temple
Many of us find it difficult to believe that events are always conspiring to deliver to us the object of our deepest desire.
The meek and the faithful await the Redeemer, they preach and they prostrate in pulpit and pew; they bow to Jerusalem, Mecca, Medina, though none be so great as the Gospel of You.
Perception Is The Vessel
Perception is the vessel through which this world emerges. Seeing this,
Reflections Of A Traveller
Of all the countries I have ever seen, my favorite nation is the one called Love. Love claims no borders, issues visas none,
If I Were You
If I were you, then I'd do as you do. And if you were me, then you'd see as I see.
We Lovers Of Truth
A Lesson From The Void
Just because you're not aware, doesn't mean it isn't there. Just because your mind can't take it, doesn't mean Life didn't make it.
You Are Blessed
You are blessed to have been ignorant of your own beauty until now.
Our Minds See Two Where There Is One
Our minds see two where there is one; one life springs up, another done. Why bless your in and curse your out? So what is all the fuss about?
If You Were To Awaken
If you were to awaken, one fine aeon, within the garden of Infinity, would you not naturally desire to know
Poem For Asherah
I am the poet who writes from the ashes
of an all-consuming encounter
at the edge of the world.
In those moments when I myself am filled up with darkness,
with no space even for my own light, let alone the light of another,
I feel as though the narrow recesses of my being
can scarcely contain your effulgence.