Poetry

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…

Growth Changes Our ancestors lived organically, freely sprawling out of the fertile soil. My generation exists hydroponically, efficiently enclosed, with…

With my arms raised in a vee, I gather the heavens and bring my hands down slow together, press palms…