Getting back to the land Reaching across the veil Shaking hands with nature Ships sails of partnership Sailing away – Into the sun of the dayNurturing the roots of nature with an impermanence of radiance Becoming permanent in recitals of cycles Suns pursuing moons Everything encircled in circles Needful things feeding our needs From Earthborn seeds to celestial thingsFelt across...

Who is the ghost  in the mirror before me? Why is there a chill that I give myself? Why can I not speak to others anymore? Why have I become a mirage to the world? Why not end it? And become that ghost? Carefree in the netherworld but really? Ghosts...

Melancholy and mysterious...Stout you are with thorns which bite!Open your veiling, black petals for me so I can gaze into your eyes!To see your face, perhaps the shining from mewill attract you to this handsome star?Still, your thorns desire...

Somewhere in the world is born such a day as this * Silence Washed amber-gold Softly warms fleeing shadows Hazed by mists And awakens the soul To breath deep the morn Rendering heaven of earth before the eye To bind in this moment apart The heart Such the poetry of...