Poems for the Path

I write to capture an experience — something that arose in a particular space and time, held just long enough to become words. My hope is that those on the same path might read it and find some resonance, a small echo of their own journey. More will be added in due time.

Its Own Ground	A poem about a rock standing in the Yellow River — on what it means to belong to the force that surrounds you without surrendering your ground.	A giant rock along the Yellow River
The Shore That Still Knows You	A reflection on the Buddhist image of this shore and that shore, and the sacred ground we never had to leave to find.	From this shore to that shore