at dusk
cartwheels on the grass
sister teaching sister
with ubuntu
the crunch
of dried autumn leaves
fading red sun shimmers
on the river
pink cheeks
hair tumbling wildly
we watch our breath appear
on the exhale
moments
woven together
with great laughter and love
in autumn bliss
The search for knowledge ends when the self is no longer afraid to feel. ~Matt Kahn Today, my daughter Gigi brought this perfectly ripe strawberry to me from the garden. She had taken a bite of it and came to share it with me. She said, “Mom! You have to taste this. It’s the most…
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)
To the East I travel to you In my heart White birch against steel sky An errant eyebrow Afire with sunlight And a sparrow flying from my throat Feathers surrendering To a meandering stream Or caught- in thorns Pungent sage and Marlboros As the hills stretch out Engulfing and –becoming abysmally wide And deep
“Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.” ~ Oren Arnold
perhaps his heart is too bright for your boxy, measured world perhaps his wonder isn’t brandable in your tight space, rat race bullies come and bullies go (they tend to find each other) love remains truth remains (free the boxes)