The manifestation of what my heart desires...
New work
We approach (letting the soft animal of the body love what it loves again)
A door is a wing -
Evening rest
At the edge of the heron...
I think of my uncle and aunt in Holland
They own an urban mansion but never lived in it alone...
The news make them seem splashy but the planetary bodies are subtle, quiet beings
Northern lights late last night, outside on the deck...
The flamenco dancer
The flamenco dancer arrives in the autumn room...
Ne plus blessée
The buddhas unbless...
Final diamond heart in the logic of not
"So that all suffering in them ceases...
The crossing
He whispers to the fallen leaves and all rise gold...
A place I felt at home
Head into winter with the lights down low, all the merry...
LiaThePoet 