Brushing the Blue

…You broke the shell of my burden.
I shook inside…You have opened my core…
scores of monarchs in the white sun.

We are challenged to live in pilgrimage in this excerpt from the poem The Call—

When the wind blows by, get on
Breathe azure air until it dominates your veins.
Rest in the adventure of this connection;
you have answered the call—hold on.

Moments where we find ourselves temporarily lost are reflected in these verses from the poem Echoes—

Small fires igniting in the forest
are heating my bloo...