As I sit here looking out to the snow covered trees and ground, I reflect upon a tradition that I have adopted since moving here almost...

For many people, the idea of peace is an illusion, some unreachable state. The irony however is in the illusion created by the negative,...

This poem came to me after a period of sitting contemplation on March 31st 2018. Soul Poem I have lived before. I will live again. I am...