“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along”
-Rainer Maria Rilke
When everything is cast aside, preserved and altered, the stretch of open spaces hold for us reflections. There is knowledge in the silhouettes and wisdom in the movements that carry the voice of the beginning, that carry the extension of an earth inhabited.
When time
Was the dawns’ break -
Of a blue we could hold.
.
A landscape welcomed
The Spirit Moving
Dharma
Be the change you want to see
Passing Me By
To read poetry aloud by the water
To gather thoughts and weave consciousness
To emit what is brought as light
Stitched into gold by the bathroom mirror
Hope From Every Corner
Watching beavers pass by the road in the dark
Breathing the scent of lilac after the rain
Observing a quiet paradise
Desire
A particular endlessness
New Work Coming Soon
Winters Silhouettes
At the edge of a dark wood
The cold air comes easy;
The winters light off the water
Reverts time once more
