Sitting with the Dead
Their photos spread on my altar and all the candles burning, marigold petals blessing everything, I begin to understand what...
Their photos spread on my altar and all the candles burning, marigold petals blessing everything, I begin to understand what...
Lying on the earth, hot sun warms me, cool breeze caresses me. Every sensation a kissing gift of being alive....
Eleven in the morning on a Sunday Is this the hour I came for? Is this the perfect sip of...
Oh cold, come excite me I am ready for you. Balanced on the edge, gladly I receive your touch, I...