Born Open

I think most of us come into life this way. Open, free, arms and legs flailing, lungs gulping air and expelling futility. We have no idea of the world until we do. We find it safe or frightening, depending on luck, circumstance, and perhaps fate. I wonder about...

Streets

How can it be in this land of plenitude, our fellows spilling out now into city streets, smearing pristine glare of glossy retail windows with the crime of their insanity? I walk and talk with open heart, not from a place where vacant stares meet hollow eyes; hear his...

GLIMMER

There are a hundred matters one cannot un-do. Frost’s forked path in the midst, and I took the road less traveled. What has it brought me, in the end? What redemption, if not recognizing the fullness of existence to the marrow permeating all life? Spirits lie...