transform

go gently into a quiet space of mind
begin to scan your body,
release what is not serving you
look inward to see where you’ve come from…

I smell you

you smell like my favorite color,
a clear cerulean blue 
and flowers mustard yellow,
in your favorite hue

spirit

Somewhere inside me, 
deep, but not far below the surface–
split halfway in prayer,
is the mumble of a biscuit,
the whip of fresh winds,
charge…

the full range

when i’m feeling low

numinous

oh that numinous convalescence of eerie insight, prestigious intrigue, 
fairly ransomed on its hind quarters in the loom of a woven tale
a…

hafmaðurinn

sea man

“Is this the best hill for a sunset?” he asks, making his way across the rugged terrain and…

who left the milk out?

and other family conversations

connection

feel your connection to the earth
 feel the tremulous trembling in your veins
 the beating in your steady heart
 the rushing wind inside…

moments of humor

“The madness doesn’t last long.”