like air are you, am i

there is so much i want to tell you but the life this bench gives us is short and i took nothing. nothing and then a memory like air like air: you are are you: like air if i walk through you would i disappear? if i wear an umbrella is it me causing the rain or am i...
The Beloved’s Wrist & By the Sea: In Positano, Italy

The Beloved’s Wrist & By the Sea: In Positano, Italy

“Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn’t quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.” ~ John Steinbeck The Beloved’s Wrist The inside of the forearm always remains so tender – despite age...

to be seen

it is vulnerable to be seen especially when trembling i say to the lamppost as it sees me be seen and the distance as if in a dream opens – you are there you watch me watching you watch it is the possibility of dreams that gives my heart no rest and sometimes i...
The Art of Loving

The Art of Loving

Here I am, with Van Gogh’s “Starry Night Over the Rhône.” I’ve always loved art, though I admit that I usually stroll through the gallery rooms rather quickly. It’s a seeking. A restless seeking until the moment something grabs me, and I am consumed by it. Today, I...
Faces of God: Holding Life through its Waving Phases

Faces of God: Holding Life through its Waving Phases

“Why do people suffer? Is it karma? What is the purpose of suffering?” people sometimes ask me. And I ask myself that too. I never liked talking about this and I rarely use that word. Yes, we know it has many layers – present, past lives, ancestral and...