Musings

You ask me if I am afraid. But I am not afraid. I swore you were the breath in my life. I hoped you were the wind. Now I walk out of this...

the edge of sunrise / birds and insects sing / songs we call serenity

Like silhouettes emerging from the mist, we communicate softly, in the windchimes, in the spray of the sea, and in the silence between...

late summer morning / floating seagulls trace the arc / of the sun and time

Bitter coffee / I swallow the aroma / of a memory revived

thunder I trace the crack in my coffee mug

winter's kimono the hem, a snow gale, brushing over frozen fields

It had been like dying, like falling, like the sigh of a spirit, when you were born into the flesh. You wanted to return to that place...

The shattered pieces of my heart I will carry Until they become like a constellation within lighting my path forward and I see beauty in...

Wind and breath of the divine Salt in the sea and in tears A gust in time and space Everywhere and nowhere In all things and all things...

late night snowfall / my old, black dog runs / through my dreams

handwritten letters / the space between us has birthed / generations now