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 …

“But life can’t just be about doing what you want!” they’ll protest. Why not? When there’s No Time Left to entertain any less beautiful alternatives. It’s worth a shot, eh? And, what if those signals, yearnings, pulls at the center of us, are there for …

Written on a bench nearby Golden Gate Park and Baker Beach, after traversing ~2 miles on well-trod trails along the north and west coast of the San Francisco peninsula, up and down craggy cliffs, to soft beach sand staring out at infinite Pacific seas, …