A poem about the touch of morning
A poem about the voice of sea winds
An old poem about the loss of a sibling.
A poem to call one back to beauty.
Our sacred stories tell us the truths we believe about ourselves, the ones that feel like freedom and lightness of heart. They are the ones we miss when we have lost touch with them.
A poem about the ongoing pain of dysphoria.
A poem of passion for the beauty of the world.
A weather shaman’s song to a beloved land.
A poem for love of a world alive with light and rain.
The matter we are made of is as old as the universe, our lives a part of the dragon of change, like waves in the waters of an ancient sea, rolling forward with a momentum not our own.