Menopause I. Spiritual Garden The land was a child she tended with a mother’s care, With youthful determination, she killed the weeds of insecurity. Warm exhalations of meditation breathed her garden. The plants grew upright reaching for the sun and fruity fragrance tilled her body and mind. The land is barren and dry now, her…

Two Potheads from B.C. They descend upon me like angels, smiling, cracked foreheads mapping their age, with youthful energy matching the strength of the ocean. I share the Dharma, like the good traveling bodhisattva I pretend to be, and they respond with news of love, Canada and dope. The angel with red hair, built like…

Love Poems from God: At the Golden Edge of the Shadows My lover, the Earth Slow down, she whispered. You’re missing everything. What you’ve begged and longed for, fought and took flight after, dug down into and cried over, is right here. Soothe your bare blistered feet in my soil. Caress my smooth bark with…