In the winter circlebreath visible and cheeks pinkedall senses awakenedthere in the midst of tree folkthere where wildnessrise up through our core,love arose from deepwithin our chests a-roaringof righteousnessof life

Caught up in to do'sand forgetting to be,the train of thoughtthundered past reason...There in the wreckagewas surrender,there was hope to be discovered...There the path of peacewas rediscovered and embraced

Not so long ago,he thought himselfself-contained,all right there in onewrapped up package...Perceptions change instantlywith a new lens prescription"Ah!", as a new life dawned..."I am onewith all of One"

Once upon entering a valley,a woman, involved interior,awoke to unlikely fact:She was being chased by a rainbow...As her vehicle sped, she leduntil phantom color bridgescooted ahead and stood,arched over the road before her..."Improbable, unlikely,...

We danced under the full moonthe coyotes yelpingthe fire cracklingthe singers taking turnsand beating the drumRound and round untilwe had merged with earthuntil the last singercould sing no more,my wild heart alive with joy

Early sunlightreflected on shinymagnolia leaves,lightly chilled breezetickled the aspen,squirrel bustled paston some kind of mission...Clouds drift by fluffymarking time on their marchto the mountains