This passion surfaces, rushes, boils inside me, raging against the rocks of my conventionality, demanding release, commanding my pen – its voice a roar obstructing
Category: passion
Zen In Hand
Originally posted on stepsandpauses:
March 16, 2018. This poem emerged while studying Zen poets – mostly male, but one female poet made the syllabus. Otagaki Rengetsu…
Let Me Surrender
What corridor is this? What beckoning – wordless sublime… is this awakening or does death posture in shadows… my heart yearns mourns … to be
Watercolour
Introducing colour to water offering it up to blank pages learning less is better and gentle strokes elicit blossoming results Introducing colour to water breathing
Always a Teacher
Set me on the open road, encourage me to cross borders; I am hungry for knowledge, to hear a higher calling. Cannot tolerate chained-to- chairs
Shed Insecurity
At what point does insecurity subside, shift into confidence, or are we destined to infinite life lessons, half-hearted attempts at moving on, convinced that the
