Cosmos.Earth

When folx ask me “what I write”I never know what to say.Because, in truth, I write to understand.I read to understand.I read circumstances. I intuit the shape of subtle pattern imprints.I write, and the writing gropes to match words with experiences.I …

You get to curate the garden of beliefs in your life.Let us not worry about the abundance of love, nor of lovely forms to explore.Who seeketh in the right ways, findeth what he is looking for. Salvation is all around you.Forms are channels of the sacre …

Thank you, ancestors,fellow humans, children yet to be born.Let us be made of love.No more waiting for permission.No more waiting for “It” to arrive.No more yielding Truth to mistruth.No more yielding mending to disintegration. No more waiting, for we …