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