Between

Between

Finite and infinity,limit and limitless.uncertainty and perceiver of truth. We ask a great deal of ourselves to wake up from a comfy slumber.Groggy often too sunken to think, who am I?Hard to say from underneath it all.Unkind time entangled within … Continue reading

A Little More Softness Please

A Little More Softness Please

Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading

The Uses of Sorrow

The Uses of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too was a gift.  – Mary Oliver from Thirst (Beacon Press, 2006)