Dancing and swirling
a short poem
Once when i was younger, i wanted to be famous.. today i explore this topic and relate it to the Great Abu Shri, Patrul Rinpoche
Such a lovely place to come to for a retreat
a little poem about a little big tree
With death in mind, priorities shift easily
A few more weeks and then it’ll be the shortest day of the year
A new episode of writing with images. Part 22, a poem about an alien world.
Dreaming (in) the forest
In charge of the house
In our heart there is basic goodness, the flower of compassion
Life shines through each and every moment
Can you hear the flowers sing?