Choosing Heart and Risking Vulnerability
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…
I am the river and the river is me. — Maori saying “Do I contradict myself? Very well, then. I am large. I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman There are…
Resiliency I’m weary of resiliency. I want the kind of heart that breaks The way a wafer cracks in two — Along a fault. Mine merely aches And bends, as…
James Carse, Finite and Infinite Games, speaks about the role of poets in society. He speaks with a disturbing eloquence even, of how they carry our hope for the future;…
I confess to a love of beauty, of simplicity and of elegance too. I also confess to a love of questions. And here is another love I confess to: continuous…
Many a thoughtrunning through this 2:00 AM mindlike children in a playgroundeach following a trailof their own spontaneous desiretogether and alone weavingwebs of patternsmirroring how it iswe commune with the…
It is true. I slept with Rumi last night. Yes. It is true too that he wears a beard and that after a January’s week of being alone in a…