When you have swum the rapids and come to shore, stood on the sand and found yourself upright . . . what more can there be? Perhaps,  only to sing an aria from a heart overwhelmed by a love researching his own heart. . . only to find newborns who are the best of blends…

If it seems all is lost, think back, when love was hatched and gave birth. . . . . to dreams of wonder and of light to make bright the darkest corner and gave us fine sons and daughters we loved into Being. We sought for dreams to outlet talents hidden between fields of mind.…

Tell me what you want to hear and I will say it. But do not ask me what I think, for I will tell you. The time for play, for games has passed and already written legibly, are the words no eye intent upon seeing will miss, or ears intent upon hearing will fail to…

I come with the Grace of all those I beseech, quietly. In all names holy. My work, done with love, in prayerful attendance to life, to acknowledge the birdsong extolling the morning and awakening the sun in triumph over night. Sending the mist to dissipate over the Mount, to nudge the sleeping sages into activity,…

I said, ‘You have to take it personally, or you cannot play the game at all. The lessons, like plants, cannot be absorbed by osmosis, if they are to reach the head and heart. What would be the purpose of the lesson if it could not be applied where you are? Love is played for…

As the sparrow falls it is noted and the quality of life is diminished by one. Long ago the feathers were counted. The color of the downy beast was subtly painted into the rainbow. A child is born in the forgotten regions of a world too busy to take note. The borning is observed, however,…

The house is quiet when I enter this private place, this holy place, to listen to my private oracle, my comforter, while I chase down my holy grail. This holy grail for me is my philosophy, that I spent a lifetime pursuing. I was pushed and pulled into a blackened pit strewn with many lifetimes’…

We hardly knew you Babe. You walked in and out of our lives daily, leaving a dust of footprints on our hearts. But we knew you were ours when first we met you. A face like yours was much at home with laughing and crying. We mostly loved loving you. It seems we were born…

We trod the path, hunched and pull our faces in. We bend our heads. The wind is strong when you walk into it. But I take your hand and we struggle against the icy rain pelting our faces. We’ve walked this route in centuries past; guarding ourselves from saying too much. We were different then,…

Dance for me little girl. Dance your dance and show the gods why you dance. In the garden I see you, toes dug into the earth, head lifted to catch the glint of the sun filtering through the leaves. You nod in assent to breezes whispering your name. Your lips move in intonation of the…