Poem: Meadow Running Deep

in the meadow i lay
down my head
next to yours
hair spread out
like a red flame

Poem: World Song

The song of the world sings to me
In sweet whispers and terrible roars
And I listen rising on tides riding on air
The plunging and soaring completes
The experience of being fully present
In nothingness and letting go to be
A single note in the world song