Time is a concept, and still an experience. In my eagerness, a great many treasures found with time have gone without a true home.Without a refuge, there is no landing, nor …

Time is a concept, and still an experience. In my eagerness, a great many treasures found with time have gone without a true home.Without a refuge, there is no landing, nor …
Loving with the sky as our only witness through three panes of glass to the west, north and east.Befriending a return to what I give the name God through four …
I am learning how to cry alone better. Growing a capacity to be moved by life. Spirited cells, bones, limbs. Flight of soulful desperation. * Circular revelations as sound breaks …
A thirteenth moon rose and set. We communed more intimately a day later from a cemetery I knew as a child. Burial ground of those taken by wars I had …
Where could you be dearest one? How far have you gone. Home calls. Hearts call. * The dance of Tara is for you. Moving prayers all for you. Protection and …
Twig by twig No other way to labor Building a nest, a community, an ancestry * No other way to understand Truth of the cosmic realm As a love that …
Underneath this cap is an unfolding. A rhythmicity so inherent in aliveness, a magnificent depth found within my own biology. * The existence that happens between bird calls and intensity …
Amazing grace, How Sweet the sound. That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found. T’was blind but now I see. Was blind, but now …
Steeping in the warm fire of the sun. Basking in the essence of fortitude, illumination, and an indiscriminate blessing. * Resonant with the biological rhythm of the birds whose song …
A windsong makes an invitation, so the grasses may cry. * Landscape closer to Winter yet green leaves push through soft Earth. My father does not appear in these fresh …