At the Silent Retreat
We leave the gravity of every day and time slows down. Moments flow like endless waves. One afternoon of meditation...
Waterfalling
It races, eager to the plunge. Rushing drops roar down, like lives of every earthling packed in streams of...
When I See a Clothesline
When I see a clothesline, I feel the will to live. Shirts all pinned at shoulders as if the wearer...
On the Clock of Glass
On the clock of glass gold hands go round. Its transparent face looks back at me, sees a child, to...
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