A sun portal
in a redwood grove.
The quickening of a loved one’s
last breath.
[...]

I lie low.
Fear follows
me down,
[...]

keeper of memories
purveyor of dreams
mouthpiece for source
[...]

I was taught
to trust only what I see.
All else is illusory.
[...]

is the breadth of a butterfly wing.
As close as a single breath,
halting, hovering, hailing
me into presence.
[...]

My heart breaks.
Sunflowers against barricades
floral flags of hope and solidarity.
[...]

This is
not a poem
(nor a pipe).
[...]

Space
From here, in this realm beyond form, beyond words, it is clear.
We are the wide-open sky,
rather than the bird beating its wings to pass through. [...]

I’ve been living from the open wound
old hurts bleeding into my present

pummeled, powerless
at the slightest movement. grasping, scared [...]

I long for the day
when I can step into the minefield of your triggers
with open arms,
[...]