The Words: I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them...Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide...

One of the most iconic scenes from the Pacific Northwest is the mist on hills, or more poetically as I like to refer to it, the softness...

The Words: Allow your judgments their own undisturbed development, which, like any unfolding, must come from within and can by nothing be...

The Words: You who let yourselves feel: enter the breathing that is more than your own. Let it brush your cheeks as it divides and...

The Words: It seems our own impermanence is concealed from us. The trees stand firm, the houses we live in are still there. We alone...

(click on video to expand to full screen) interior views and a corresponding poem As once the winged energy of delight by Rainer Maria...