In my ancient ruins, You are the flowers and the cicadas song You are my forgetful walk along vestiges and stone paved ways You are the scent of thyme between …
Mother ... Mom, on this day that celebrates my coming into the world, I want to celebrate you to your love of me, told or untold, the sacredness of your tears, …
Praise the gift of the out-breath, as it transforms chaos. Let it guide you surely, again, to the stream within. Here dwells a pure water, the clear mirror for your …
Love Just for you A community of gods Between madness and grace Between fury and passion A poised word is heard A cosmology in a gaze A galaxy at heart …