Like the weather, I think I’m a collision of beauty and terror, love and revenge.
The Blood-Dimmed Tide recedes now into the calm breath of a living universe, each atom expanding and contract- ing with a heartbeat louder than love, more infinite, enduring. Here on the mat, molecules fall back into place . . . impatience, rage, frustration, and grief subside, settle, float downriver like yellow leaves on their way to eventual resurrection, a string of word- less prayers, seeds for future trees.
