Look at them. Some are so small, they seem only feathers and a heartbeat. And though we’re made differently, we’re made of the same things, and share the same breath. To me, this isn’t just poetry, religion, or science. It’s miraculous, inspiring, intimate. Thank goodness I don’t need to prove its significance, or tell you what it means. You already know we’re here to love each other, ourselves, and all […]
Object and form, with thanks to space for giving them place and grace, and all we can’t, or don’t, discern. . [ 1650 ]
There’s no need to prove my worth. Life has already done so by bringing me here. Proof — according to whose set of rules? according to which belief or philosophy? compared with which saint, hero, or lunatic, widely or privately known? When I’m grateful — truly grateful — don’t I already give joy to the world? . [ 1630 ]
Instead of No, say Oh? You’ll feel better, and you’ll be that much closer to Yes. . [ 1625 ]
Sweeping the walk . . . with all, of our ancestors, and children, to be born. . [ 1623 ]
Steady rain. Wildfire season in this part of the world is over. But humanfire rages on. . [ 1606 ]
It’s been some time since we’ve seen the stars. First the smoke, now the clouds. But there are other ways to set our course. With smiles, thanks, and bows. . [ 1555 ]
William Michaelian 