Northern lights late last night, outside on the deck...
The news make them seem splashy but the planetary bodies are subtle, quiet beings
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...
Just in a time of balance (a poem only for the era)
If we truly are of god and by “of god” I don’t mean...
Coding vs qigong
There is wishing you had a skill and there is liking to learn it....
The forest has a silver aura
...in the starless moonless...
Le bel esprit
sipping the empty glass of memories - a big, full, clear goblet of red on a tall stem. ...
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