Entering the Stream
We stick our toes in— and yank them back. Fearsome, the current of consciousness. Those of us not foolish enough,...
Humankind’s Song
Moments of waking begin to visit me. I become fresh as a baby. Joy runs out of me and soaks...
Here to Reach
There is so much I cannot touch with words. I must cede, cede my poetry role. The scent of the...
Moving Through
Every moment of being alive you are architect of your own life, and essential to the communal design of the...
