the river

does the river know where it ends? sure. every drop knows every mountain, knows every cloud, knows every sea, knows every solar system, every star….


singularity

to get beyond is-ness
is this world’s business
for what you can see
is temporary…


textures

with a patient calm
she rounds your jagged presumptions
and softens your hardened convictions
not to invalidate your core strength
but to draw it out
to expose you
to your self…


whatever

easily the most disrespectful, apathetic, generic and unkind of responses, “whatever” has truly lost its meaning and depth. no curiosity. no wonder. no mystery. just, whatever! or. . . whatever you put your hands to, can teach you. whatever impulse manifests in the moment that excites, terrifies or inspires you, do it. whatever your infinite…


if we’re in it

if we’re in it for the game
we’ll change our name
our face
our attitude…