Monthly Archives: August 2011
We who carry effort Are weighed down By other people’s business, By luggage and pain We cannot alter because it’s not our name On the baggage claim. We who carry effort Are bent beneath Memories in fossil form, Lifetimes … Continue reading
Ego holds Spirit Like mead in a golden Loving cup. I lift it with both hands And drink.
Solitude is The grass before it’s eaten The milk before it’s drunk The world afloat like cream In possibilities
compassion is a deep still place love without ego time hung on the tipping point, and resting.
Old Knees (1) I carry in my knees The weight of the world on my shoulders I carry those Whom I do not perceive as capable Of travelling their own road. Lifetimes have I stood here in this … Continue reading
Fear Not The first steps away from fear Bring, predictably, More fear to light. If I cease to comb the fur of my anxieties, What fleas will overrun my life?