This Furred Seat
For warming my seat and then some this rainy week.
For warming my seat and then some this rainy week.
And at times a makeshift altar because often a Hail Mary is needed.
fastened onto these river rocks, resting in a salt bath, taking in all the light of the sun, in this sweet mango bowl, on top of this wagon-wheel made tabletop, while resonating with the frequency of the singing bowls…i’m coming … Continue reading
for setting the tone.
alas I’m feeling it.
In those fleeting moments, a fading storyGlistening through evaporating amber flesh, light codesIn a swelling heart, a silent prayerWithin this inflowing cosmic energy, an answered prayer
Emerging out of a temptuous quarter-of-century codependent relationship, I find solace on these tolerant and patient stones that blessedly don’t tug on my empathetic tendencies. Nothing exploding here but a little iaomai (ee-ah’-om-ah-ee) physical healing, to repair the temple alter.
Be merry. Be bright. Be decisive with the ephemeral moments in your life.
A reason to hate, the only thing you rummage forWhat finds you, resentment, destructive cynicism and that dark crater. What I desire on this canvas, magical paintingbrand new life expression, this rising womanwhat I’m leaving behind, qualmsplayed out, my dutiful … Continue reading
The bounty of ripely plucked Crispins from an orchard off the side of the road now cradled in a bowl, a sweet reminder of our abundance. Bite into one for a crisp crunch and a mouthful of sweetened juice. Today … Continue reading