A selection from Vagabonds and Sundries And in that moment I saw The beginning, Middle And end And surrendered myself To the climb, The leap And the fall We all must...
A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging The questions have surmounted all certainties. Too many days are frittered away feigning wisdom, all the while knowing that, if I am to cover that distance between myself...
