When Spring come to the soul
Oh to be erotically alive in this world!
What joys and sorrows are sure to visit
and to be willing to let each in
to so receive the embrace
of unspeakable beauty and wonder and heart break
Oh to be erotically alive in this world!
What joys and sorrows are sure to visit
and to be willing to let each in
to so receive the embrace
of unspeakable beauty and wonder and heart break
I woke this morningto rise before Sunseeking witness of virgin shafts of lightdancing with shadows whilepiercing the bows of tall Ponderosas andcaressing towering Firs too I unzip the door of…
This aliveness you feel sense and love As your bare feet learn to again kiss the soil That you hunger for the growing vitality of This beauty you return to…
“There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.” — Bashō Matsuo, Zen poet 1644-1694 Allowing one’s…
OK, I’ve been taking what feels like a lot of personal risks lately as I try to step yet more fully into unbridling and being Larry Glover, an aspiring human,…