My soul has been penetrated. This is what life does. It is the invitation to being in an incarnated body here on earth. In these pages, rainbows span the skies and rivers flood the ground to fertilize it for new growth. Feelings are so varied, rich and ancient as the earth herself. These poems are the expressions. They belong to no one and to everyone. They escape time yet are born in time. Have you ever watched a salamander? May you be touched as I am. 

These reflections are echoes of a journey called living. Death is actually many stops along the road of life. Like grief, joy has many faces. In the mirror of those we love, we see the reflections of the seasons shifting. It is not only people that die. Dreams die too. Our sense of who we are also die. We grieve for the loved ones we have lost. We grieve more deeply for the us we know in relation to these departed loved one. When someone we love dies, we die with them. In this dying, we realize that there is never a separation for we never were separated in the first place. 

When the sun sets, we welcome the mystery of the evening. When the sun rises, we live the mystery of the day. In our death while still alive, we discover what being born is. From this place, we become wiser, kinder and willing to live more fully. May you live from the full expression of your being.