Breathe and be.
The Walnut The walnut’s face is perfect. The lines of the two halves, Each the same sacred form of creation, but Once the shell browns and dries, Is the fruit too dry for the heart? Does each half weather the same? What binds but a thin membrane For chipping on the Eve? Can the heart… Continue reading The Walnut
Love is fragile and transcient.
We are poet dreamers.
We create our thoughts, and our thoughts return to us what we create.
May Earth now heal.