There is a hollow room I know. It was not always there. It used to hold volumes for the ones I love. The tables and shelves were full and brimming with caring, kindness, service, commitment …

you are now- made of love from two, you. they hold you close- you are loved and grow to see. you find your do and enjoy your be. you find your love and one is …

the sunrise teased my mind as I slumbered under perfume scented sheets. a window, curtains aside, allowed the limbs of pines to peer in and question me and ask of why and who and how …

As is the Sun, each of us are One. As with the Sun, we touch many lives, in loving ways. And as we live, we hope for One, for a time, or even days.

To live simply is to root and nourish our life as plants do thrive on gifts of seed, soil, sun, water and rest. Yet, sometimes, it is the mind’s desire that spoils beyond the needs …

In the dark of the night, there is no sign your sun will return, only the murmurs of distant stars that proclaim, perhaps she will-

in times where sense of circumstance true, i did not think of what to do. now when much has spun off round, i find my days less profound. how to find my way? was there …