A new land is born a new scene forms on and on she writes it starts to breathe on its own like an instrument alive.

Silent swimmer Your old soul frightens me Behind your eyes an ocean of possibilities— I cry for you, keeper of secrets, as you watch, wait, snatch the next memory. Twice you swallowed the clock Leaving me in Neverland to bask in the sun far from you, fierce one... You... smiling at my mischief Wind in our hair feet in the air Blazing kindred spirits Oh, what delight! What existence! As I gaze into crystal waters I see you now, wise one— primal power. Your hatchlings growing b

(Poem of the Week) A lunar eclipse evening past Three ways balanced Eyes open, I am. See lights of nature Raining for days Smooth minutes...

(Poem of the Week) 1997 I want to reach a new level of psychic existence . . . I am not a philosopher, but a ponderer. I'm a student...

New Passages my warmth of living from within— grew like the sun— a supernova spreading through my soul shocking my heart scorching my...