Snakeskin

  Once, as a child, an explorer, I saw a trace. Tucked between rows of stones in a stonewall lit by sunlight was a shiny near see-through snakeskin.   The fascinating fragile skin was equal to the thing, not a trace it was to me but as real as the snake it had contained.  ... Continue Reading →

Now

As I open myself to living closer to the space where the horizon lies   I see my achievements lining up like trees along a path that leads into the distance behind me.   I am letting go. I am letting a tired letting go pervade me,   tired of people around me wearing the... Continue Reading →

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