Sharing this Journey

Light slowly comes
into the cave,
we begin to see

all we have imagined
is sustained merely
by belief.

A real world now,
of soft revelations
begins to appear.

I am in my eighties. The life has been various — activist, contemplative, many places, many forms. These days based in southern Oregon.

The writing here has no agenda beyond honesty — following what is actually happening, inward and outward, as far as it goes. No teaching offered. No arrival claimed.

Paths take us, we don’t take them...