Thursday, September 30, 2010

on the verge

still there,
underneath it all

give it time

Thursday, September 23, 2010


floating through the days,
sleep is what I crave

I need to get up,
but I'm stuck.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


this is all-too familiar it has become foreign: tainted & insignificant. this body doesn't need much, but this mind wants to help & this soul wants to spread some light.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

spiral out

It used to be "words" that provided that comfort...or so it seemed. Now it's clear that it's not about the words...but the space between them: the gaps. "Wrap me, cover me" not with words...but nothingness. Grounded, to face this intensity and wonder. "Dripping, oozing tenderness."

Saturday, September 4, 2010

moving forward

nothing is truly hidden: it's an open secret.
the message is here for all of us: it's waiting for you.