WITNESS
Leaves whisper around my way.
I drive beneath percussion and squall
as high cymbals strike
Category: Poetry
You Just Never Know
My mother never practiced yoga.
She never studied comparative religions
or sought to find herself in the silence
of rustic mountain retreats.
Say Autumn/For My mother
I would give you back my presence…
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Ode to Iced Coffee
O voice on the other side, hear now
our cold brewed lust, our extra large
greed.
Apple or Baby Jesus
A woman carriessomething smallinto time from paradise
Read MoreThe Braided Way
The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.