Always the Changing
Honor the changing, there’s always the changing. Enter the changing with a heart soft as rain. Dance with the changing,...
Roses Never Close
The roses open. They never close again. The blossoms die by spreading and reaching, by spanning and stretching. They don’t...
Ancestor Honor
I look out the dream window at the line of my descendants. I’m afraid there may be a cutoff point...
Wonder-Smitten
At dawn my wonderment established tender ties between me and a towering eucalyptus. I saw, with awe, the startling shades...
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