Ode to what is owned and given

  Once upon a time I had very few possessions. And in the process of owning of very little, and feeling quite a lot, I liberated myself from much undue suffering that I had haunted me for much of my life. In each moment, I was born anew, and asked in return favor to my… Continue reading Ode to what is owned and given

The desk

The desk in the briar patch What was that about? Something said, go that way Walk towards that space alive Go barefoot at that Shoes left by Two totem trees Winter land covered with dead leaves crunching under toes Wind pipes up Swallows soft blows Desk sits there all alone Learning what is to be… Continue reading The desk