Drawn by a timeless signal, I’m caught in a tide of soul-deep gravity. I leave the stone church for the temple of origin— surrendering prayer

Snow-laden mountains across the ebbing tide— a swollen moon floats in the sky. Soft purple camas wave and rise through spring grass, warm sunlight bathes

The dark tide surges shoreward, cresting white on crags of stone in night’s cold embrace. Stirred by the sea, my heart swells with the throbbing

From the deep earth well sunk in the bedrock of origin, I draw my morning draught, rich with the minerals of tree root and starlight.

Clouded as gray skies, my thoughts held captive by the city’s grind of noise and glaring light, I turn to the inner chapel, hymnals worn

As if we understood, the stars sing their ancient melody, while the moon keeps her soft vigil, faithful in love. Our desires gently laid aside,

Easter 2026 The days lengthen with morning light, as plum tree flowers, risen from root beneath the city street, assure the faithful life will not

In the rolling hills rising from the Snake, a ranch nestles far from the road, a green hush folded in the land, grazing cattle in

“As light travels, and silence heals, the hand of God brightens the night sky,” a message written in code, lit with one spark of distant

Sitting in darkness, I live between worlds of day and night, opening passages in the earth house, as I quietly render the awakened and holy

Moon lover, devotee of the stars, I keep watch on the winter sky, welcoming darkness where light burns brightest, and stars sing to the children

I step from the cold cave of regret and find myself among the living. Past and future dissolve as mist rises off the water. Disciples

Feeding my animal body, I eat prisoners’ food, listen to the warden’s drone on static-filled speakers. Though grown soft, my spirit body still flies through

Nestled in the half-moon valley, night clouds drift past in rose-tinted skies. Stirred by Earth’s turn to the sweet milk of light, the land awakens

Dawn’s first glow rises in the east, stirring the valley with the touch of life— orange blush bathes the sky, beacon lit across the divide.