Little Death in the Morning
Birds calling, lake waves falling onto shore, the bark of a dog, distant voices. Suddenly I am vanished into all...
Archetype for Expats
The Fool doesn’t look back or define herself by what she used to be. She comes to the new land...
Beginning
Yes, the end. But only of the old world. New human ways. Global friendship breaks out! An outbreak of peace, of birdsong...
Matins
Early light, young as the beginning of the world, rests against the trunk of the tree. Here lies prayer so...
