black
What rough beast this way comes to breathe in love ....
all i see
Traveling along this path of bones …
flowers and forgiveness
For so long I struggled ...
sleep
O’ sacred sleep, maker of dreams, in you my wonder lies ...
eternity
I remember days when the air was so thick with lies and ...
and the music plays on
lonely on a sunday morning as the coffee stains my mind ...
dreams and dragons
Dreams, Dragons, and the love that binds ...
one last kiss
And in the end the child was dead ...
on the mat
Almost 15 years ago I walked into my first yoga class ...
illustrated poetry
I found myself at the beginning, a zenith if you will ...