A wind chants threads of home, the wonder of a child within, alone, an inner creak of sacred bones, and a dog running nearby, Can you hear the silence singing a setting sun? Listen – these bells that ring, they ring…
A wind chants threads of home, the wonder of a child within, alone, an inner creak of sacred bones, and a dog running nearby, Can you hear the silence singing a setting sun? Listen – these bells that ring, they ring…
Be Curious, my friend, that rifts will not tend us, letting absence pattern this blend, as light flickers through details of space and change, so that borders between us be intricate curtains, waving in beauty with soft winds of time.
You don’t know it yet, love, in a snow storm of despair You don’t feel it yet, peace, as sensation of care is cutting too deep for this one to bare. You don’t realize it yet, universe so needing, how…
When someone we love dies, a process is initiated beyond our control and choosing, a process which will transform who we are and who we were about to become. Just as each birth and each death is unique, so each…
Between the windows of your seeing; within the blind spots of fear; behind densest walls; floating forsaken in emptiness, is your horror, Your horror, my lord, at that which you create. A breathless apprehension of dreadful exclusion the stuff amputated by fear…