Poetry

What to Pack Pack not only your prayers, and your willingness to be open to remarkable good, but bring a…

And if you pray to stars then here is the infinite dance of light upon a shrine of rippling water.

Let's relish this turning inward, this harvest time of hope, by being outside to marvel at it all.

Nothing to run from or run toward. Just this breath, awareness knowing itself as embodiment. Just this breath, awareness waking…

Walking through the rain-damp grass, cool morning air startles me into being, and I realize how the news of violence…