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 …
Barefoot, at the feet of the unnamed, your position is humble. You comprehend you are being honored of your own presence. You hear the unspoken, you transcribe in words and …
From this place of now, unheard, unseen, all my selves in all my times hear my call to converge to a secret rendezvous, to sit and reunite and share and …
I don't write for posterity. I write for now. And as I write, now already gets old. I could turn around, contemplate my past. I could hold on to that …