Beloveds

Beloveds, I wish for you a blanket of stars to tuck you into the darkest night.

Etch me into the horizon

Draw the outline first so I’ll know where to stand
and in new light, recast my shadow
so I’ll learn where I’ve been
and where I must go

Converse with the Sacred

“You are a Deity in jeans and a t-shirt, and within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages and the sacred creative force of All that is…”

I am capable of life

“Conscious living” need be no more complex
than noticing the sky and hearing what
the clouds have to say