Poetry

For an ‘all or nothing type’, oblivion was a great way to escape… No cliff too high, no high too …

Surrender, the temple is open. All pathways lead, and always shall be. Broken is not in the cells. It feels …

Don’t tell me I know, I know. Sitting here looking at you right now, the orange blossoms swaying in the …

The impossible sky reached down to the switch of the branch ends. My darkness choked up again, I need more …

There’s a moon across the harbor
My hands are reaching out to hold…

For all of you, perhaps a little confused, dismayed, dropped off of your golden path. Did the garden stop being …

This tune started out with many, many parts, and gradually got whittled down to where you find it now. I …

Quiet? Out here my breath flows…

Tangled in the roots…

I caught you looking again, you curious beast

Stairs up!

or stairs down…Let me guess, it’s a journey!Tough to have the up without the down. I highly recommend that we just …

Set back from the gusts,

We gathered, prayed and set fire to the temples,

A long time ago, I thought it all fell into place

There was a swarm this morning, of warmth and gratitude,

of an opening into the sunlight,

like bees to the pollen…