Dancing With Dagma

 “Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin.Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in.Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove.Dance me to the end of love.Dance me to the end of love.” – Leonard Cohen Have I...

Primitive Road

No signs beyond the warning,‘Primitive Road,’In the big wide openOf high plains, fields of wheatAnd soon-to-be-planted earth.  Something begged me to knowThe hum of this road,Her closed whispersAt a slow-measured-pace,Alongside tufts of grainAnd dust-devilsToward the...

Witness

I am witness to my own birth. Like mythology’s Venus Born out of sea foam Another life… And another again Unfolding. Resurrection Is available to all humans. And our garden During Spring Equinox When balance of day and night, Light and shadow, Moves toward the light...

Wild Man-Animal

When the wild man-animal is out of his cave to frolic unrestrained, carefree in joyfulness… just for the fun and freedom of it, one does not need reason to dance on waters’ surface, to be a disruptive force within the order of the universe. Nothing suits the truth of...

Sounds of a Cello

You are music to me. From your breath the resonant sound of a musician’s heart awakens into murmurings of pleasure and possibility, or left behind… a song to celebrate the glory of a single life… As I listen closer to the tenor of your message, the moan of sorrow and...