As the dark crescendos
To be drenched in life
Practice is a rehearsal
What do you turn toward?
Continually thrown out of the nest
Housed in the same body
Can I say?
What the trees whispered
Like a river flows
Waiting for new arrivals
The fog dissipates and returns
To be known
Keep going, still
Dreaming is an option
When the Ache Remains
Widening the heart's window
True you
Don't postpone joy
Held by the sun
What's not wrong?
Landslide
What I'd tell her
Stay soft, I wrote
Obliterating the inner hierarchy
To be the one that nurtures
A handful
The tenderness of emergence
What I'm sitting with
A pendulum, swinging
The doorway of discomfort
Beyond what I know
Two years since
"How do I keep going?"
Observations, past and present
