One moment’s release finds me

Thank you to arriving early so that I can arrive at all

When grace calls to us

Perhaps we have nothing to fear

Forgetting and remembering the divinity within

Holding the truth of endings in the heart of living

The winding path of meaning and belonging

Life lessons on the subway

We are all marching towards release

Letting our true selves unfold

Learning to fall into the arms of love

Our earthbound understanding colors everything

Truth can find us anywhere

Countless invitations to begin again

Exploring the fine line between obsession and worship

Extraordinary lessons in the ordinary

Maybe it was when that ribbon of water
fell from the underbelly of the bridge
in a broken curve.

One moment in a father’s amputated life.

Love holds the tail of suffering
in its enormous swell…

My mania may be more subtle,
housed in a tighter box…

Her heart was a big broken vessel, cracked and glued, terra cotta red. Water spilled through its fine fractures…

I roll down the car windows and the salty air crackles, the ocean aloft meets me. My body changes.

It was the summer of 1988. I remember us riding our bikes down the long dirt road flanked by fields.

When a hard spring rain drenches me, I worry about the flowers, born without clothing to protect them from the cold snaps, the ferocious winds, the downpours…

Inheritance. Something given. Something passed on. Collective, connected by an unbroken line…

Yesterday, as I walked up the street, a small brown bird, a sparrow I think, was bobbing on the branch of a forsythia bush…