Cover
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 of machinery. Channels of loveliness woven within the webs of…
Amazing Grace
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 I see. A sensitive energy came with me into this…
Immersion
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 will arise, and whose flight will just happen. * Hushed…
Butterfly’s Trail
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 shoots or within the red bird that has been following…
Today Means This
Grammy would have been 96 years old today. Almost eight years of remembering my maternal grandmother with so much sentiment and often yearning. When I was about six years of age I was afraid to tell this powerful woman that…
time and time again
To come upon a sliver of light in the quiet dark revealing a beautiful pain. Between two ears I hear my mother heart. It beats like a river. Rushing, as it was created to do. How her surviving…
to watch a fall
it can be the hardest thing to haul a dragon from the dungeon * sorrowing sweetly becomes a useful practice though the lungs will feel the impact * if you open your eyes during a fall the landscape changes *…
Blossoming
Tiniest of moments integrate as perfection. Attention placed within the depth of the bluest pools whilst suspending an ache that rests just beyond the crest, the surge, the rapture. * Moon rise above the horizon bestowing darshan. Her radiance need…
Reveal
Amplified softness witnessing two women in love. Simultaneous delight by their duplicate perfection in the form of exquisitely placed moles. Thus, they are not only wed in love, but married in their benign growths of marked beauty. Tender tears from…
Droplets
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 with the universe that moves through a tear, a pulse….
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