#11
It’s all about the journey,
Believing in miracles,
Dormant creative forces,
Internalizing vision,
Cell regeneration,
Pulsation,
Pushing to achieve,
Reaching to let go.
Death/life.
Life/death.
#12
This morning
I took a detour,
Wound through dew-laden
Plants and budding shrubs,
To watch the sun rise on the mountain,
And catch one of the many faces of Maunaloa,
Her meditation, her chant, her adoration to life,
Waking in her wake,
Feathers and flower buds
Waiting to open.
hinarising 