Sweet Sweet

O! my sweet sweet. Remember when I was your right hand, guiding the rhythm (of course) and you were my left, providing the melody. We played such sweet harmonies. Or was it dissonance, and only the two of us that heard it harmonizing? O my! scattered potting soil on the dining room table, singing such [...]

Lamenting the Practice of Good Habits

It's hard enough to form good habits, especially in lieu of bad ones. But sometimes it seems virtually impossible to form good habits in a good way. I find myself lamenting the practice of forming good habits. While doing my morning breathing scattered thoughts race through my mind, I thought what's the point of going [...]

Out by the Cedar

Scared, but craving more, I reached with my hand and tugged on the outer rim, she stretched enough to fit my arm in, then my face and suddenly I was pulling myself inside her, her womb.

Out by the Cedar

Scared, but craving more, I reached with my hand and tugged on the outer rim, she stretched enough to fit my arm in, then my face and suddenly I was pulling myself inside her, her womb.

Like the Tree

Be still Be still like the tree Who grows and branches effortlessly Who knows The most appropriate answer To the most immediate question Be still Be still like the tree Who is not divided Who does not second guess But continues to reach further Pointing to the sky Expanding While time passes us by Be [...]