They refused

to bury us

in the knotted masks of tall grasses

before setting fire to the cairn of chaff


our children

lie dormant

as seeds of light



as we were

are gone forever



defying gravity

I am here to witness

love breathing


through my own flesh


IMG_1745painting: J.H. White 2007


I want to thank my fellow traveler, Geo Sans. Even though it is a solitary journey, no one goes alone.



17 responses

    • Thank you Geo…..I dreamt last night that I am a flower without seasons traveling in my roots. Holding time at bay.
      I feel I’ve let go in every way only then to go deeper still
      There is no letting go… why would I?
      There is no carrying… there is nothing to carry

      All I can do is bloom


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