“A community of one: the least interaction. Silence is more valuable than observing the faction.

He’s offensive to himself – desires an empty place. Offensive to all others – it’s time to stop his race.

Does his judging really help? Does good define a bad? He’s tired of all this judging and tired of being sad.

he says ‘breathe’ and then he breathes … a momentary gap … a second without thinking … a one-handed clap …

gets off the roller coaster that races through his mind … returns to the present moment … gentler and more kind.”

I AM FURIOUS (YELLOW), p.30

“In the early morning hours, sometimes around the dust, even at noontime, if we dedicate the time, do we notice the softer sounds, ones so easily missed when we’re otherwise busy or on the run?

It’s during these times, we may hear our heartbeat or notice vibrations in our ears or feel the tingling in our hands and feet and recognize how much is going on.

This is it! This is real!

Noticing our breath, feeling our sitz bones, the position of our neck, acknowledging the gravity that allows us to be here, recognizing the Earth from which we were born ….. our true home is here, after all is said and done.”

NATURAL BEAUTY AND OTHER POEMS, p.11

“Let me die in autumn when green leaves turn to gold…when red, orange, and yellow combine and then explode…let life pass in glory, a story to be told, let me die in autumn before I grow too old

Worshipper of summer and winter is abhorred, a woman of extremes, not one to be ignored…true, she drives me crazy but never am I bored…taught me what is holy and who should be adored

And so, on second thought…

Let me die in springtime when dead limbs bud anew…tulips break the surface and promises come true…when love, like sap, will flow and every bird will coo…let me die in springtime and only die with you.”

NATURAL BEAUTY AND OTHER POEMS, p.12