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  • Cataclysm (Poem)

    How do I construct a world?

    The very sky is ever-shifting with shadow and light.

    The earth beneath moves and trembles.

    The lines of existence are in flux.

    Dreams fly apart and come together in unrecognizable forms.

    Past and present spiral and flow in mutable streams.

    Any certainty slips through my hands like liquid sand.

    But glorious songs weave through the cracks in hope.

    So I celebrate nonetheless.

  • Little Conversations (Poem)

    Let me stop these conversations in my head.

    I want to experience what I encounter in the moment,

    Not the narrative I’m running about it.

    I’m not there yet in ability, however.

    For now all I can do

    Is change the tenor of my interior dialogue.

    I am slowly replacing the critical words and sharp retorts

    With pauses and kinder responses.

    Equally hard, when I talk to another,

    I endeavor to listen to them.

    Not myself.

    What filters we all have!

  • Reflections On Illness (Poem)

    Practice can be difficult.

    Often my body is filled with pain

    Or clouded by fever.

    I realize again

    That compassion and patience

    Must be extended to myself.

    I consider impermanence and the connection of all,

    Grateful for the many kindnesses of others.

    These current conditions will change.

    One breath at a time.