“The light is changing now—
autumn air is like a looking glass
magnifying every color and scent…”

“time slowly erodes my rocky pathways

of life—hobbling me in narrow meanders

and endless excruciating switchbacks…”

“Be the clear voice and purest grace
of an effervescent—babbling brook…”

“sacred rivers sing
touching cold trembling waters…”

“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”