Has Surrendered to the Subtle Simplicity of Simple Days and Cicada Nights in This Village Where Spring Never Ceases Its Green...

…I am Ravaged, Illumined, Straining Towards Grace, Trembling, Timid, Elfen-Eared, On the Verge of Tears, Filterless, Unable to Shut Out Suffering. I was Born of Two 1960's Hippies, Memories of Shouting Slurs at Nixon Through the White House Gates, I Always Talked to Woodland Unseens, Revered I Ching and Tarot from the age of 10, I Could Not Save My Poet Father from Alcoholism, Later Walking Through Cities' Seedy Underbellies, I Thrust Myself In Brutal Hands, Sensing I Was Meant for More,  So, Imploring for Relief, Healing, Re-Visioning, Continually Stumbling, Recovering, Birthing Two Children with Autism, Graced in Sparing One of Them from a Life in its Prison, I Long to Shed All Self-Absorption & Be One in Body/Mind/Spirit, I Long to Live Intentionally, Bake Bread, Grow Food, Build Yurts, Triumph Over Chronic Fatigue, To Dip My Toes in the Ocean More Than Once Every Twenty Years, To Love Consciously, Give Wholly, Live Communally, and Learn the Names of Every Flower, Bird, Fungi, Cloud, Insect, Mammal, Mountain & Body of Water, and Not to Die Alone…