Everyone
has their own
rhythm
but yours
is the
only one
to make
me to dance.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Everyone
has their own
rhythm
but yours
is the
only one
to make
me to dance.
Thank you
to the
green leaves
for reminding me
that
it is health
that radiates beauty
and to the
rushing water
that power
comes
from the collective.
Happy Earth Day!
Perhaps,
instead of seeking
a partner
with a particular skill
or quality,
we should
pursue a person
who is full
of effort,
raw energy
for life
and love.
I have loved you
with things more than love,
beyond the vibrant layers
of devotion
to the rotting
folds of
insecurity and failures;
I have given you
even non-gifts,
because I cannot help
but to offer you everything.

You are poetry,
every lyric
more inscrutable,
yet more beautiful,
drawing me deeper
into a reverie
filled
with flowers
and lace.
Written words
are lovers,
climbing into your heart
and changing
who you’ve
been.
May our work
motivate our recreation,
and
may our recreation
inspire our work.
It’s through
generosity —
a relentless
and reckless
kindness —
that we become
something more;
never by money
or influence,
for
these things
are impotent
in matters
of character.
It is
often
only through
the lens of art
that we can
understand the world.