“Guardame tu dulzura…” He comes around late, heeding no conformity or demure social grace. The few things lay scattered, dust-laden From when you left hastily this place. Then bitterness steps in. Nice clothes he wears, yet a little tattered and thin. Pretends to be the sole agent of strength in a time like this. He proposes to […]Read More To: Bitter, a Burning Prayer
Edges to Stillness the oceanside taught me, and continues to teach that there are no edges there are no edges in life edges are just a perception of what we are willing to accept and what we are willing to let go of to give of ourselves more fully and the bridge between these perceptions […]Read More Edges to Stillness
Separately, Together the hush of the house fell upon me its walls waited for the quiet heart’s speech transfixed, with glass upturned –I am caught– Again, the Universe calls (and I listen intently…) Spun into a dark humour I am found staring back at my being a lightbearer; blinded For I am, in this […]Read More Separately, Together.