With the comprehension of my weakness and vulnerability comes increasing wisdom and strength. I am on an adventurous path of learning, synthethizing the sacred web that binds tradition to modernity, polarities constantly in flux within my being.
I enjoy cloud-watching followed by ant-watching,  majesty greeting me with equal grace; a crease on the palm of the Beloved. The innocent scent of children warms my heart, and gives me faith that the creative principle has hope for us yet. Poetry is a loofah for my soul, once living pores swell under the waters of my yearning, washing my pettieness away.
Chocolate is my narcissism manifest material,
dark, brown , rich, available for instant gratification,
wanton Gaia belied by a humble bean.
Playing each note of lifes journey a mythical quest- bequeathed to us by a power known as death- resides in the sinews of my spirit, seeking my sincere, solemn request.
I relish the unkown because it makes knowing possible. If the spirit knows all then it knows the extent of my unkowing - all is well.
I want a partner on the journey through soul, spirit and flesh. To reflect that boundless love existing in each of us, a warm, glowing seed which grows each time its shown itself.
Freedom is a state of being often seeking residence in my consciousness. How to be?……free. Free?….how to be.
My life was a story whispered into a seashell and held up to the ear of God,
My story written on weathered parchments found in holy books,
tattoed on the rough skins of indigineous tribes,
carved bones stringing a shaman's necklace.
What seperates us is our ancestors,
though in truth, they wrote our stories together,
each living a chapter of the saga composed of stars.
Breathing the same breath, soaking the same sun,
you and I, are one.