Sadness cultivates an arpeggio returning to the deepest colorsexpressed as Rhythm and Blues.

Maybe it’s impossiblefor poets to hide the abundance of moons insidewhen their heart is carved from the clouds of a sunrise.

We are as diverse as spices that flavor this land and our dreams are the connections.

Quiet is the colorof midnight, juxtaposing with the silence of anunfolding spring’s mood.

I'll tell you a story, far, far from here where blades of grass are fluent in sentient knowledge and trees are a mandala of prayer.

Light isn't always buoyant and shadows aren't always despair; yet both, I believe, are limitless in lessons that they share.

To be loved and to love, takes courage. To be fully seen is incredibly rare and breathtaking. We lower our masks and see a celestial inner being. It is our full self -- the supernova as well as the black holes. Our fears and doubts. Our anger and joy...This is love.

It takes a writer many lifetimes to story a book.

For right now, let’s talk softly to each other and we’ll become a love song.

Hearts mend and expand and break and give something of ourselves as we nest into the gifting of our dearest self.