The Boomer Whisperer

The spring evening cools the warm stone. A heady perfume of grass and ground rises from behind the veiled sunset. Night wings beat. A stillness comes. From the front porch, sounds of child’s play call the heart to sift the years through open hands. The memory of nights such as these coaxes the eyes to …

Sonnet to the Rosy Dawn

The golden chariot of rosy dawn Appears over the deep indigo sea Her team of swift radiant steeds drive on As sweet serenity swirls around me Eternal goddess bringer of daylight Arrives upon a salty perfumed breeze Bright visage scatters the demons of night While her warm embrace sets hearts at ease Eos, shining sister …

Free Book – Unboxing Your Soul

Friday April 16 you can download my collection of reflections on life, love, nature, spiritual journey, and more. The book is organized in progressively deeper layers of the Self: Self-Expression, Self-Esteem, Self-Awareness, Self-Actualization, and Self-Transcendence. We are all wandering timelessly through paradise. Unboxing your soul reveals who you truly are. After a miraculous epiphany changed …

Poetry: Soul Outpost Cantos 3-4

Canto III – Luminous Clarity My downstairs neighbor sweetly strums the Guzheng after Sunday breakfast The radiant music flows through the cement floor into my tiny cloister In the room next to me, my future wife teaches English to anxious middle school students preparing for their monthly exams Their critical class rank measured down to …

Visualizing the Future

Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic. – Carl Sagan Happy Weekend. I want to share some of NASA cool data visualizations with you. The …

Your Personal Renaissance

An artist must have his measuring tools not in the hand, but in the eye. – Michelangelo According to the dictionary, a freehand drawing is “done by hand without the use of instruments, measurements, etc”. You use your hand and observational skills. All children know how to do this, and some remember how after they …

Ode to My Kite Soul

This body in which I live has ripened to maturity Once supple flesh strains against the yoke of time Outflowing years sculpt my well-seasoned visage Every day I open my eyes is a good day My essence is ever-reaching beyond this tangible frame Entering the green tabernacle I unpack my kite soul Folded within my …

Winter’s Final Interlude: a poem

The songbirds’ fanfare has sounded Winter’s frosty interludes last days not weeks Hints of green speckle the dry, golden grass While daylight’s performances grow longer The rustle of cracking seeds and curling roots Resounds beneath the thawing ground Rejuvenated souls stir from their slumber And pull back their immaculate blankets Warm breezes join hands with …

Luminous Lotus of Love: a Poem

Floating in my lotus boat Drifting on the cosmic sea Upon my soul I wrote This vow of love to thee Sail into the sparkling light Guided by my compass heart I find there my lovely sprite And a loving world does start We two are one forever Nothing can break us apart Together we …