All truth hides in a bird’s small silence,
the world’s secret...
I have seen THE horror
of a place where truth does not exist...
We dream without me and you,
gasping the fragile air...
Parallel worlds tilt,
yin and yang in a sandglass...
The force that tries
to snap the parallel...
To Those Who Still Guard a Soul
Loneliness is a shrine...
In the name of the first warriors,
the keepers of earth’s first truth...
Right or wrong,
high or low...
As we lean into the future,
the past unfurls behind us...
It was a small garden lane of being,
a stem upon...
~~I wrote a sonnet at first, but I changed it.~~
No mask can veil the truth we trace...
I was invited to a painting class. I confessed I...
A white dog...