The mask is my shield, It’s a part of me. It clogs me up, And leaves my eyes to see. I despise wearing it, Although it’s a need. I must move on, Even if I want to recede. It is my protection, It helps me greatly I’m still thankful This is the way...
“I am weak, I am weary, I am worn” Traditional hymn Orange full moon stallsBack to the eastern horizon it fallsIn retrograde motionA dancing notion The western hill eats the moonThe eastern mountains greet the sunThank the good LordRetrograde motion has...
A celestial moon calls meTo an opening.A cauldronOf sea-sand and foam.Another riverUnder mild duress, but willing.From your legs of cypressA water baby,Born with kitchen wisdom. Will the water thatCarried us hereClaim us back againAs fish?Perhaps. Relationships ebb...
Many hands: children, family, friends, lovers and neighbors – have manifest for me a life of wonderful. My library; one of hardship, good fortune and joyfulness. My journey; From wholeness…A seeker of wholeness. My words and images; Written or voiced, Rally to...
Savor your lifeas if it werea blue ceramic bowljust the size tofit into your handfull to the brimwith plump red berriesthe ones grownby stooped old farmersin their ownperfect gardensnot the ones flown infrom some else’sfaraway life. Savor your lifeas if each...
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