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  • Monday morning…

    The thing I love most about succulents is that they bloom like they fuckin mean it! With mucho convicción and a goddamn sense of urgency! Over night, they’ll shoot out a long, alien-like appendage and squeeze forth the most impossibly beautiful and bizarre looking flowers. And sometimes those flowers last such a short time that…

  • This leaving…

    this leaving is as much a running away as a rushing toward no kiss goodbye no kiss hello no place in between there is no safe harbor left for me to go . this twisted paper heart set aflame everything it ever loved trying to light its way through the dark . by now I…

  • Everything for sale…

    do not say it is selfish – it is everyman for himself in this prison this broke down heart knows too well the clanging and crashing towards breaking free if I am not for me who can I be for and who will be for me? not me, I am not for me and I…

  • No wonder…

    my soles worn thin no wonder          all my socks have holes   ~LLN .

  • The same sky…

    My heart is blue like the sky a shapeshifting cloud writing loveletters on the wind three parts sunshine, one part rain if only cumulonimbus would carry me away … back to you… There is a place beautiful and mysterious where the saguaro drinks all year long on the water from a single downpour. We are…

  • Blame it on the moon…

    Blame it on the moon and a faded photograph… . To know a love like this – all this missing You. Everywhere I look, I see You. Every song on the radio, You. Every thought You, You, You! . I know my self in all my parts when I see You. . My heart is…

  • The time of God

    I am back in Mysore to practice at the Sri K. Pattabhi Jois Ashtanga Yoga Institute (KPJAYI). Experience is potent here. I wake up around 3am (Brahma muhurtham) to do my asana practice. The rest of my days are spent in chanting and philosophy classes and in my own solitary study of the Gita, the…

  • Raven…

    Raven revels in this untamed magnificence with every kaw! kaw! . In the canyonlands… on the white rim, watching the full moon rise, with Venus by its side.  No other human in sight as far as the eye can see.  For miles and miles and miles.  There’s a whole lot of darkness this time of…

  • Land of the four corners…

    I am called to the land of the four corners where universes collide and humanity emerges from a series of failed creations where the landscape is shaped for millions of years to be framed by a once in a lifetime sunrise every day and the beauty of its vastness is echoed in subterranean secrets in…

  • La esperanza…

    Te has estrellado en mí tú, con la sonrisa de maremoto y los secretos salados que oculta Tú, con el pelo como revoloteo de pájaro loco y esos ojos de soñador. Tú, con manos que revelan todo y una memoria implacable para no olvidar nada Veo que tu gran amante ha pasado ya Guardo tu…