Autumn Garden
Are you afraid to die? Gaze at your garden. It looks like an ending. Sap withdraws into the roots, seeds...
Are you afraid to die? Gaze at your garden. It looks like an ending. Sap withdraws into the roots, seeds...
The dark is coming, stars arriving. In the evening at the retreat we sit in meditation. The dark comes thick...
In the deep of night, I wake to see the Seven Sisters high above, whirling fire, winking love. In the...