poetry, photography and reflections on life, aging, and dharma
The Gift of an Exquisite Love – Fifth Lineage Poem. We were eighteen years old, in our freshman year of college in a small town in Michigan. I’d borrowed the money from my girlfriend (a long story that) to take her out
if Valentines day was a life and not a day…. because of its speechless improbability this miracle of green emerging soft so shyly from the damp dark because it feeds equally on sun and rain relishing both always reaching to unite heaven and earth beacause of is powers of alchemy transmuting the rot … Read more