I sit on slatted memories of summers past surrounded by glyphs of romantic fools won and lost, forgotten and resolved dissolving beneath layers of sweat topped by winters wear profane anger resolute with contempt alongside tribal rebellions marked with blood Watching The sinews sweated in pheromones of restless Olympus reaching in hunger for the favor …
I have been cleaning out old paper files (paper?) and I ran across these hand-outs from a retreat I attended some years ago. Though the pages have yellowed and become brittle, the wisdom is still fresh. Rules for Being Human You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it will be …
Like a Lover: Sergio Mendes Like a lover, the morning sun Slowly rises and kisses you awake Your smile is soft and fuzzy As you let it play upon your face Oh, how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you Like a lover, the river wind Sighs and ripples its fingers …