Temet Nosce

I don’t know who God is exactly. But I’ll tell you this. I was sitting in the river named Clarion, on a water splashed stone and all aftern...

On the day when The weight deadens On your shoulders And you stumble, May the clay dance To balance you. And when your eyes Freeze be...

"All great spirituality teaches about letting go of what you don’t need and who you are not. Then, when you can get little enough and ...

When I am asked how I began writing poems, I talk about the indifference of nature. It was soon after my mother died,  a brilliant June d...

My hero has passed away. I have no words to do him justice, let alone the present constitution to write them, but suffice to say that he wa...

The world lost a great man this week. My grandfather, Robert Wilbert passed quietly on Monday. I was the first family member at the hospital...

"Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profoun...