A Year With Hafiz

What We Have Felt They touch us, don't they?  So many things in different ways.  And then those feelings can last for years in var...

The Shape of Color The shape of the night, the shape of the day, the shape of color,  the shape os us. What holds all this?  Who ma...

Dropping Keys The small man builds cages for everyone he knows.  The sage keeps  dropping his keys for Beauty to find.            ...

A Mime A mime stands upon a gallows  for a crime he did not do. When give a last chance to speak he remains true to his art. A crowd...

Listen To This Music I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through – listen to this music. I am the concert fr...

Sigh and Giggle When was the last time you wallowed in contentment, maybe lay in bed for two days just making your lover sigh and giggle,...