POEM: COME WHERE THE CRAZY PEOPLE ARE!
It is a new day! Come over here with me, where the crazy people are! Dance with us! Dance! Dance! Enough of this gloomy responsibility! Enough of being someone else, someone you don't even recognize... More »
It is a new day! Come over here with me, where the crazy people are! Dance with us! Dance! Dance! Enough of this gloomy responsibility! Enough of being someone else, someone you don't even recognize... More »
Penelope to Odysseus, By Messenger Honey, it’s time to come home. I haven’t wanted to nag, but I need you. It’s hard to run all this by myself, the vineyards, the cattle,... More »
| I feel as though I am thinking your thoughts again. This happens often these days. You are perhaps reading this on a train. I would like to write many things to you,... More »
simple pleasures heavy morning fog sitting very still ... More »
time zones my day draws down to an indigo close a cool ocean breeze breathes through my room like a blessing a chorus of frogs welcomes in the night your day now... More »
I am the Girl I am the girl waiting for you in the April rain, holding up the sky with my silken tears I am the girl in the Café at the... More »
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The temple feels 1000 years old, older than memory, older than time, deep and dark from some forgotten future. It smells of sacred shadows, sweet sandalwood, sanctuary and eucalyptus. It smells of the Grail.... More »
This Playful Ease of Being It only works if you let go completely. Like this, now. For what you seek is the intensity of nothingness, perfect inattention, perfect openness to what will come: The... More »