Poetry - All

Earthbound, heavy with gravity, sandwiched between rock and cloud, more water than anything else, like wicked witches of the west we are fearful of our own liquidity, Full of illusions of solidity, we lock ourselves in the prison of sensory perception, and mistake this for our home. We are bone and muscle, blood and nerves, thoughts and feelings, genes and chromosomes, arms, legs, fingers, and toes, atoms, molecules, and enzymes. But we are more, so much more. We are eyes t

Our childhood dreams call us over and over again and draw us inevitably closer to our destined purposes. Any attempt to elude their pull just magnifies their magnetic power and we’re drawn more tightly than ever into our dreamy webs of purpose. We are immersed in longings which leave empty spaces to be filled and childhood images which pulse with adrenalin fear and aching desire in a symbolic language which seems foreign and cryptic. We live our lives haunted by fears, dre