Poetry

I prepared for your arrival long before I can remember, not knowing when or from where you would come, not knowing your name, never imagining your beauty. How could anyone? And yet we found each other like the wind finds autumn leaves, still clinging to dreams - Love...

The sound of grace is heard the more we are open, free of pretense, yet full of presence, easily heard in the simplest of things, but nonetheless, heard in absolutely everything. It’s the sound of the universe listening to us through every form. It’s the sound of Love...

are we not yet exhausted by the pursuit of purity and perfection in the dirty house of love? yes…but…and…also this…well, also that too i understand. surrendering and giving ourselves so fully are not conducive to this luxurious world of convenience. Love and Choice,...

Nothingness. Compassion finds its roots in the embrace of nothingness: seeing emptiness slipping through so many fingers, trying to touch what already is, and witnessing all the dewy hands holding bottomless cups searching for more water, drops of rain, or at least...

You ask me to be the shepherd and the sheep and the grass beneath our feet, the wind that moves in-between all things and the warmth of the sun loving rivers deep. Which path do I take when my feet move in all directions? How do I live when I constantly feel birth and...

I am a warrior in the ocean of zero where silence sleeps and heroes weep here we all live and die desperate for a taste of the divine, longing to be devoured by love and delicately lured to peace ...and even warriors must rest and tend to their wounds accept their...

I want to set my pen down, forget my shoes, wander and dance with you in a summer's rain, leave muddy footprints on quiet sidewalks, and spark the wonder of all these passersby who long to gaze in this way love she forgets her name, too giddy and feeling the same,...

the heart of lovers, a perfect fifth reflected and echoed in the simplest of things: slumbering leaves of young trees ascending from night, the waking warmth of playful sunlight; petals of lilies quietly nestled, caressing rain drops seducing their floral vessels...

you can sleep deeply tonight, for a love that does not know how to speak will carry the wicked and weak and venerate those who pray quietly to no one ...