Month: August 2018

There is a light growing in my living room It has slipped through my curtains onto the ceiling fan they flame, they fall… such delicate things. Lights whose prayers make, peace Lights who laugh when there’s bad news. Lights who burn hotter because of tumultuous dues. Lights who ignite other lights Lights who hold while […]

I can see myself free in Tibet Where the sacred waters of healing touch My arms stretch out to the God who gave them My smile will meet other smiles There are those who come without, price There are those whose heads are shaven Those who unburden their bodies Those who take off their shoes putting […]