ghamela yoga

The only one in the room                                                                                       In Your presence (and in thei...

At cycle’s end                                                                                                   You even put it into prayer...

Horse-hooved knowledge  A lifetime of wandering here and there among the trees looking for the forest.   A plastic sequin on a cheap gown – ...

  There is a crushing                                                                                               “How do I escape sufferi...

This odd pitch of clay (birthday poem)                                                             I’m carrying a torch for You. I have used...