working 32 hours a week,

the body i long for,is both fire and darkness.the land i go to,has neither walls nor shores.it flows with the oceans,and gives and takes!

the holiest of fires,both darkness and light,creation and death,the tenderness the wind mourns for,the storm that changes the faceof the earth…holding nothing back,touch the one you love,aware of each tiny eternity,in rhythm with the tides…only your heart knows…the lost part of you…the echo of your spirit,the hand into which you dissolve…you are the breath of…

it is not because i didnt love you,not because we failed.if i follow the shadowsto the morning light,you are not alone…i left my heart by your pillow.if i ride the wind,to just beyond the sky…i have not deserted you,i live in your every breath.and if they bury me,just before the first snow…i will return with…

a thousand hollow goodbyesand hellos dissolve.it’s been said:death makes all men equal,so what of life?and why the tearso’er an unmarked grave?

the ache of loss,the despair of homelessness.breathing out,i exhale oneness, sameness,and peace.breathing in,i take in prejudice, hatred,fear, and anger,and the blackness of greed.breathing out,i exhale forgiveness,understanding, and compassion.

that are only being and breath,pecan shells, and moss.the tongue of the heart,speaks only the language of silence,and tastes the raw dirtbeneath your fingernails!the stray cat whispered tonight,and infinity undressed.a simple touch, both real and shared