purpose fully created

austria 1

slip 3

slip 2

slip 1 

otter 3

otter 2

texture 3

texture 2

“aware”

texture 1 

“the flight of feeling”

parable 3

parable 2

parable 1 

harvest 3

harvest 2

“weight”

most mornings,

the words wait

within me, delivered

on the wings of dreams

in neatly wrapped stanzas.

and i make coffee and lightly

write of hope and faith and flowers.

but not today. today

there is a brick in

the middle of me

and on it i carve,

with cramping fingers,

the truth.  which

does not read easily,

though i chip away

the corners to make

it softer, but

here it is, real, and solid enough

to step on, strong enough

to carry your 

harvest 1

“adventurer’s prayer”

Meet me where my river starts

In the mountains high

Where stars draw near and footsteps fall

On cliffs no man has climbed - 

Where, amidst the snow-capped peaks

Of skies long left behind,

Scattered on the jagged ridge,

Pink lilies you will find - 

Yes, meet me by the narrow stream

That grows into the sea,

Then swim its depth and width

and length, unreservedly:

Meet me in my very heart,

Unpaved, untamed, unknown...

Meet me in my wilderness

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