In the End

In the End,no, just before the end we can hope for Heaven to be a new homeand Hell where others go.When still a child, I wonderedif broken bodies are reassembledbefore they arrive in those two places.f


MindIf our Western culture did not fearwhat we perceive as leavingour attachment to life,for the unknowndarkness,we’d be better off,knowing changeis constantlydeceivingMind,f

Next of kin.

Next of kin.My nest of kinis the robin’s,in the trellis.She swoops downwhen I take a peekat the three babies.When we see all lifeas our ‘next of kin’,clarity will prevail.f


Now,between birth and death,(ringing bells & wringing hands),are the actions of a life experiencedor not, in eåch expressed breathan instant of presence offersbouquets of presentsshared with allthat is a lifeof love.PresenceoccursNow.f

kill the heat

kill the heata little heat can kill youa little cold can kill youa little killer can kill youI just willed this bodysitting in the 104 degreesto be the heat, and it works.It’s bedtime,lights out,fan onhighf


costumes.the train leaves the trackwith me, inside lookin’ outfrom the fulcrum of stop, me and you no longer know the other,for there is no other to know.costumes back on the hookslabeled you and meand babymakes3.f

Our Stories

Our StoriesGrowth:When we know change is the only constantand live that way.Some of us grip one storythru a lifetime, fear fullof an identity loss.A few others are their storiesof change and flowis all there is.f


ChangeChange is the only constant,so when feeling good or bad,joyful or sad, be there 110 %,knowing this too will change..Just a suggestiveout loud whisper.f

Some say,

Some say,Some say the Son of Man,(not Woman’s Daughter)will surely return here one day.I suggest He or Shehas already appeared,as all the flora and faunathreatened with extinction.f