Mother Mom
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, …
Breath
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 …
Presence
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 …
Rendez-vous means surrender
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 write for now
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 …