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Locks and Keys Lean into the wind If it blows from behind it may topple Like a trout, swim facing into the current’s force To do otherwise is to float downstream Seek out that which troubles It is the signpost pointing the way If the answer is unclear, then the question is too That is…

The Turn The Turn is made The sun has begun its descent The light now begins to wane, unveiling summer’s depth The heat will slowly surrender its place Making room for the coming, quickening Chill Green gives up, bowing to Autumn’s palette Rhythms shift, cadence slowly unwinds to match the pace of darkness and cold…

As part of our “happening” a lady brought a poem written by her son who died in 2013.  We composed a response and included his words.  What I learned was that asking what is the color of me is a much better question than what is my purpose.  The idea of “purpose” is just that,…

Can I discover the beauty of you O my Soul? By what way should I travel in my search? Some said that if I could merely glimpse you I could rest from my wanderings. I could be sustained by the glory of you. The sweetness of your breath, the curve and shape of you, the…