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Poem – Home
To mom and pops Light edges across the roof giving rise to my shadow. With eyes closed I know it is there, I know I am home. I left 20 years ago trying to find my way to make my own life and path. Travelling to other countries finding my heart in Alaska but I…
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Poem – That Delicate Balance
I listen and watch the stories unfold of tragedy and unrest of the mountains unease. There is no escaping the silent truths under whispered breath – we are at her mercy. In the throes of spring I swim within my own journey and the resurrection I undertook with your hand gently upon my shoulder and…
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On Paths
The following is the introduction I wrote for the Spring 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. Welcome to the Spring 2014 issue of Stone Path Review. Our primary mission is to present art that delves into life and path in life, the route and direction we take, and the struggle and triumph we all endure.…
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Poem – Morning Light
There is the perfect moment – birds sing, the wind circles the body, dogs lay and sniff the air, ravens and ducks land on rooftops and trees, prairie grass crackles – when burdens fall away with no effort. Briefly what followed leaves – I become aware of this too quickly and everything tumbles back but…
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Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…
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Essay – Paths and Questions
How do we know if the path we are following is meant for us, and is not someone else playing tricks on our consciousness? Can our awareness be tricked, and an outside system is leading us elsewhere? How is awareness bred to be on our own best interest, and work for us, and not be…
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Poem – Here Not Here
I was there and I was not there. Letting go of reasons and questions I weaved in and out of the space out of the chaos… I saw light… Over and beyond the trees wavering, floating. Nothing moved except the light and my physical self operating on instinct, synchorized with the mind through a fragile…
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On “Dualism”
I am reading the “Cultivating the Empty Field” for the second time, and also Dogen’s “Moon in a Dewdrop”. From this perspective I have been working to understand Dualism and Nondualism. In a nutshell, here are my thoughts, and I want to see if I am even close to understanding the basic concepts. In Nondualism: 1.…
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Poem – The Sea and the Empty Field
I awake to a sun touching each empty element and empty seed, vessels like stem cells will sprout into anything. I think of a willow tree providing shade and shelter and one emerges. I sit beneath the spindly limbs and I remember two ships anchored at sea, braced against the November Gales their bellies empty.…
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Poem – Reflection
The calendar turns an arbitrary delineation time passing one numbered year to another. Moving through and beyond this system of numerals the flow becomes more chaotic, less understood, more beautiful. When the meaning is removed when each layer is peeled away we find inside everything we hope for, everything we dream of, everything we can…