03122018

she said,

i want to spread the word

about what happened.

i want the truth

to be known.

i said,

we can use words to create

magic or to create calamity.

speak judiciously.

be mindful what you say.

02252018

the confluence of sky and sea...

... the inimitable expression of reverence.

02042018

a minute can go by quickly,

or so very slowly. 

this minute… like driftwood 

in this vast, gushing river.

other pieces of driftwood 

swim together close by.

i float briefly, feeling the water

ripple over my skin. i immerse

myself in the sacredness of

this stream of nature.

i gather strength and wade

back to shore, a net of

driftwood dragging 

behind me.

i feel empowered, refreshed, 

energized.

i feel changed by my experience of

forcing my way down to the bed of

the river and allowing myself to be 

carried up by the rush of water. 

i feel here. in this moment. now.

no judgment. no attachment. 

just observation. and release.

01272018

i say ‘we,’ so much easier than saying ‘i.’ 

i say a word, but what i mean is

something behind it. 

i say, ‘we hide behind our other faces,’ 

but what i mean is

‘i hide behind this farcical lie.’ 

there is such loneliness in ‘i.’

such hollowness… such solitariness in knowing

there is no one to share your i-ness with you. 

to exist inside a certain state 

inside a certain ‘i am’ 

and to know ‘this oneness is mine.’

there is such angst inside 

that dark reality… this terrible truth

i am delivering from the shadows.