After meditating, some days the silence is heavy, comforting, like sitting under a thick white quilt on a snowy February morning, holding an earthen mug, drinking in the warmth of awareness. Other days, clarity shines brightly through and the words arrange themselves in crystalline patterns of thoughts, images, passages, poems, free-verse, and eloquence. Then there are days like today, when the words, images, and memories dance anxiously around like children waiting to go pla

After a winter meditation, this poem wrote itself during the free-writing session that followed. Crystalline Snow is the perfect stillness of water. Dance, settle, surrender, flow, expand. Dance with the turbulence, Blowing round the birth of the storm. Settle gently as the air becomes too heavy to resist. Surrender to the stillness, the darkness, the silence of Solitude surrounded in a blanket of Others Quiet in their own depth. For in time, you will melt, and then Flow effo