Your heart is a secret…

Poetry is an invitation to meditate upon the experience of mystery and the mystery of experience. The task of the poet is to make the mysteriousness of experience palpably vivid in a way that does not resolve the mystery but, instead reveals the mystery as more profoundly mysterious than we …

Something like rest…

I started this blog post over 11 days ago and this is the first sentence I could muster. Actually, that’s only partly true. It would be more accurate to say that after 11 days of staring listlessly, and perhaps even psychotically, into the blank screen that I hope will become …

Starting over…

Some cycles are helpful. Some are important. Some are simply self-destructive. From the outside looking in it can be easy to assess which is which, but when you’re caught in the incessant restlessness of constantly “pushing”, the insidious can seem inconspicuous. Sometimes it’s easy to mistake the cycle of self-delusion …

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