With the comforting new discovery that I live within a dragon’s bowl, and the repeating experience of generosity with a cycle of respiration, a plentitude satiates this wayfarer. In touch …

Maybe I have not missed a thing. Perhaps whilst floating there is only sky and sea and canyon walls. * Noticing as the most temporarily important task. Ladybugs in bushes …

To have and to hold All within my own cellular bank of joy Gifts like the ocean and the big sky  * A memory made in the world of a …

I recently learned of a game called yes. Laughter became more available than conversation. There was often an itch before this invitation presented itself. A nagging burden of the addiction …

Breath softens where rock meets sky. Where the clouds become generous prompts for an acceptance of impermanence. Temperate air on skin and the sun’s plenty, can illicit a slight dissipation …

Tearing at your own flesh will make blood. Attempting inhibition often creates eruptions. Occasionally it’s a restraint of wild woman anger, but most often a deluge of tears. * Watcher …

Walk with wisdom Intertwine limbs with the Divine Then sit back upon my own sacred seat * Expanding beyond possibilities Bumping against thresholds Another return to a quiet center  * …

The sun on my face A tiny Buddha laughing Nature becomes me *   Nearby are my friends Javalina and the cats Nothing I must speak * My eyes become …