The Sacred Text

The Sacred Text

  This day, this moment, this is my Torah, my Bible, my Gita. The pain that clamps my heart the joy that makes me fly, these sacred lessons written on the invisible parchment of my days— they crucify me and resurrect me. They part the sea of my false being so my...
Focus on the True

Focus on the True

Recently, in the Pecos Wilderness of northern New Mexico, I came upon countless wild roses. With their delicate strength, they provided a rich contemplation for me. When photographing flowers I love to play with focus, zeroing in on the crucial moment, so that all...
The Seed at Your Center

The Seed at Your Center

  That dog who growls at you the pain gnawing at your heart the silent mate arguing client meowing cat… All swim inside the circle of you. They materialize exactly when the Beloved ordains, so they may most serve you. Each is a seed, at first appearing as little...
Even This Is Love

Even This Is Love

  Even the forest fire smoke that triggers a head ache and stings my eyes… that is Love. The heat of these rainless days that makes me squirm and itch in bed… Love. The darkest memory, the one where love died and died again leaving what felt like none… Love. All...
Seeking the Gaze

Seeking the Gaze

It starts when one is young and even long before the searching, the yearning for that moment when your mother’s eyes alight on you, or your father’s gaze snaps into focus with you as its target.   Two universes connect, slide together, magnet and iron. The chest...
One-Winged Moth

One-Winged Moth

I nearly sit on the yellow moth speckled with gray that rests on the patio chair. Sadly, it crawls across the metal, wobbling with its single wing.   Up close I see the dark spot where the second wing once hung.   Oh you poor flightless soul. No longer will...