I am writing to you from the desertWhere I have wrung myself outLike a damp flannel on an airless day.
There is nothing left here to offer.No deep well of intuition. No gleeful spark.The dusty casing discarded by an…
I could long for no greater master Than the forest teacher Who with wind and silence says ‘Be still’
No greater doctor than The forest healer who Holding life and death within her says ‘You…
Wake up and beA thousand-armed treeStanding as the living spiritOf awakening in this world
And keep the lightOf that fireAt your heartThat it might soften and growAnd acquire an intensityThat is…