Meditations In Three Pieces
I. Becoming With bowed head, eyes closed Breathe in intentions Breathe out, and become II. Revelation With bowed head, eyes closed Noise dampens, focus sharpens The
Round Peg
All to say, I come to whatever little bits of wisdom I display on my journey along the path of noble truths, from the skinned knees, black eyes, and bruised knuckles
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The Path
After a while, I realized in my waking Like a slap across the face, That you were gone. And I was alone.
a simple question
Seven decades in, when asked to peer inside and ruminate about my being with the phrase Who am I? I peel away who I have been
A Glimpse of Open Sky
As I perch on blocks upon the floor, the teacher speaks of the art of sitting— and the many masters who have shaped his form. He
Finding Solace
I am settling into this life alone, comfortable in the silence, finding solace... in the solitude. I do spend time in memories — of time spent with
A Swan Alone
A thousand days without you, a thousand nights. Your face and form run through fragments of my dreams, only to wake to find you’re not
Love Eternal
Close your eyes and hear these words As if they were skillful strokes Of a paint filled brush that draws upon the canvas of your inner
"Maybe Happy Ending" – A Review from the Heart of a Human
I attended the matinee performance of Maybe Happy Ending at the Belasco Theater on March 22nd — just a month before what would have been my wife Norma’s 72nd birthday.
Answers from beyond the Veil
Questions for my Bride I ask on bended knee: Now that I am widowed, What do you make of me? What would you have me do?
A Place for Doves
Through winter’s mist and gentle rain I walk the cobbled path to visit my beloved— A pilgrimage of sorts these past few years. Three angels
Letters from the Ashram - A Short Story
Before Danny, a widower of three years, needed a change. He and Norma had been together for 45 years—a marriage that felt like a rollercoaster