the greatest power is water…

fail, stutter, stumble, succeed, recognize…

snippets of familiarity, experiencing moments of clarity and calm, then being taken up again…

I feel embodied certainty that I’m part of this…

The land, a map, bodies, desire…

you can do anything, not everything…

between beginning something and doing something…

some nuances leave aflutter…

A miracle. Shaped like a wave…

I never had fantasies of being a warrior monk, exactly…

water flows, overflows, nourishes, moves itself, and yet is held

feelings of not knowing…

On days like today, I feel it... the "spiritless toil"…

I've had so many things swirling around, not a fog, not an eddy, not a cauldron, but something shaped like a cyclone…

The wind rages, the sky blooms purple…