Earth Whispering

  At the beginning of December, I stopped writing poems. I did so to step back from a layer of ego and deepen my spiritual practice. So far...

  We, too, are woven into the tapestry of sky, of trees, of clouds and oceans Our being can't fall off or fall away, or fail to fil...

  A day can break forth from the crust of the other ones, can boldly stride with progress, unfurl its possibilities, attain fruition I ...

  I stumble around unthankful, burdened by my petty pain, growling like an injured beast Is this how to approach the presence of all bei...

  After the whirlwind engagement, the kiss of possibility, we wait to settle down - we float in that unweighted space achieved through s...

  I walk myself back from the edge (or tell myself to) before I throw my hopes down on something that could never hold them, before cons...

  So much to give thanks for, silently expressed, as in the glow of moonlight, and its shadow, across the porch, the mute shining of the...