Self Review

Worthlessness skulks about in duplicitous sheets cloaking us in unlined clouds.
Does worth hide in chicken stew, twice-cooked beans, chocolate chip banana bread?
Does worth hide in freshly laundered clothes, recycled containers, sparkling countertops?

Your true nature is preciousness, even at rest.


See control’s mirage
leading us trekking,
crawling, grasping
the course ground
through dry, gritty heat.

Throw out your arms.

Cross the bridge to trust, to faith, to hope,
to letting go, to releasing, to receiving, to believing.
Take child’s pose and crawl into the arms of God’s cradle.