“I’ve become a simple soul,
The old ideas of what I need
I’ve left, in their tangled mess,
Down by the river” Read More
Category: Poetry
Morning
From the tender arms of darkness
The morning rises like smoke –
Into nothingness. Read More
Hi Cardinal!
I hear your message
Even from afar… Read More
Noble Task
Divine force is playing! Read More
When I am among the trees
I wanted to share this sweet poem about trees by Mary Oliver. What a gift to walk slowly, touch bark, smell flowers… Read More
My True Belonging
This poem describes the gentle returning to our true nature in the midst of painful thoughts and feelings. Read More