two nights of wind stormshave blown my fearless cover this morning the lightmoves quiet as a snakeand golden across the hills –illuminates tree by standing tree for now the wind has settled,silent and stripped barethe world wakes –my feet crunch brittlein the fallen leavespicking a way betweendropped branches small birds are counting their living,calling to…
too muddy now to see the clear i had before you left. i had wanted to speak then i wanted to tell you something about loving openhearted about being here in this world in this body completely. (and so be it the morning you wake to a cold wind blowing through you because living beauty…