As whisper of winter
is heard in
subtle chord
...
My inner soul
springs forth
with all the gawkish grace

of a newborne colt.
Skittish to be sure
but curious

Twelve obsidian pebbles
when held to the light
reveal teachings.

I am learning to trust
Mujitsu
more than fear

I am learning at last
to breath
without hesitation.

It is humbling this acknowledgement
of spirit. A simple miracle
I have survived.

The night i chose oblivian over light,
Nick jumped off the Washington Ave Bridge
and out of his skin forever.

I stopped dancing widdershins,
and came here
bewildered.

My last thread of hope
so finely worn
it snapped.

Of all my secrets
and hidden selves
at the root of fears

Of things did and done,
it was shame
and my own shadow I could not outrun.

To turn one's heart
to the light, to the sun,
is the Tao of Mujitsu.

To be human is to hang
precariously between
recieving and giving

to be wise
is to know I of myself
have done nothing.