Art lives and thrives beyond our logical mind. Our discipline and what we think about the world may be the vehicle that gets us to the...

A mortal coil is tight and it secures us as our skin wrap as promised. At times our spirits itch to escape this bondage. Perhaps we sense...

To be an authentic individual one needs to volunteer. That step seems on the surface to be an obvious and easy thing to do as we appear...

When we think of fallout, we often think of a nuclear explosion. At least those born of my generation are inclined to do so because we...

There was a time in this world when there was a great deal more space between people. That is, there was a considerable margin of...

The wind in the trees has always been a strong image for me. More than an image but a symbol, actually. I find great comfort in watching...

When I began these posts from The Gift in March of 2022, it never crossed my mind to do research on Hafiz or Daniel Ladinsky. I did not...

Intimacy means different things as we journey through our lives. There is a taboo about discussing this as a person grows up and ages and...

Living in a state of grace. What does that even mean ? There are certain aspects of being a human that require our having a certain...

This poem makes me think about the masculine and the feminine within all human lives and how it involves relationship and devotion. The...

From Wikipedia: Syrinx was a beautiful wood nymph who had many times attracted the attention of satyrs, and fled their advances in turn....

It seems hard to imagine, given how we raise our young with such protection from any displeasure, that we would find it to be a necessary...

That which is of nature shall not be denied. Much of what is natural in humanity is deemed unsanctified, if not abominated, bastardized...

Most people think of grief as a heavy hitter of an emotion that only overtakes us when we have lost a loved one. The truth is we...

There is a natural law of abundance that exists energetically. It comes from the planet earth who is, contrary to most existing belief...

This poem reminded me of something. Sometimes we are shocked into remembering things and we recall that we failed to define them...

Is the universe capricious? How vulnerable are we? These are the questions this poem inspires me to wonder about. We are anxious when in...

I do not have the disciplinary nature required to be an artist. I'm too much a traveler of airy dynamics and a devoted commissioner of...

I read this poem and it makes me wonder why we even try so hard to understand ourselves and the world when we know all along what we seek...

What is reasonable to expect if we cultivate in ourselves constant unrest and fatigue? How does a qualitative life engage and dance with...