I didn’t expect when I went to Antarctica that I would remember my love of the ocean, remember an early lover who was so in love with the sea that he remained frozen in childhood or that I would hear the siren call and become...Read More
for Gabriel Rummonds They bloom above the yellow dazzle of cosmos and even after the sticky sweetness of the vibrant petals of red peonies were shattered by wind and rain. These royal purple iris, reigning atop their thin stems,...Read More
for Mark Burrows This early October afternoon has been gilded by golden light whose beams have been touched with a dappled reverence; which has consumed me with such pointed concentration, I am reminded of its significance only...Read More
Everything matters. What is transcendent is the mystery of life and its essence. It is witnessing all but being conditioned by none. It is the higher truth of the universe— a sacred truth. In the true practice of presence: you...Read More
For many years I ghost-walked through grandma’s garden, sat in auntie’s backyard— nose in book, yet every summer every rose opened her fragrant self and lived in glorious rest in healing aroma in honeyed light, longing to give...Read More
What is it about sky’s darkening hue in early evening in summer that evinces a oneness both staggering and healing? Whenever I return home I feel deeply loved. Meanwhile outside I stand in holy contentment by a gate smothered in...Read More
My work now is astonishment. Here the breeze—an impulsive playful puppy. There a lark—perches on budding maple head thrown back, breast a quiver, sings straight at the sun, Do I walk at a slower pace? Is my mind unable to...Read More
After a mother is born inside of me, I ask the child of silence to guide me, little boy or girl candle bright in the darkness trembling with gratitude and his new feet an offering, her little hands reaching up to touch my face....Read More
Violent current, inviolable Sea, Gallant sailors, at Mother’s knee. For truth, the Sea is unwilling to compromise, Launching an attack on their lives. Black and blue, on and on they fight， Voyaging into the dark of night....Read More
If it is the truth you seek, Then you would know the future is bleak. The rising tides, their ebb and flow, Into their depths, we all must go. Deep beneath the ocean’s waves, Lie what will be aquatic graves. We took her life,...Read More
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