to keep learning
feeding the hungry ghost
mostly enough.
one meal a day
it looks perfect
what enough has become
the mundane magic of an ordinary day
and they change and change and change
the old man in pain
at the end of this letter.
leaving Los Angeles
the force is within me.
Enough in the world.
A day in light remembered
I like to feed people.
One person handing my book to another
the necessity of discomfort
I take up room.
That is someone.
why had I never felt like enough.
The sailor man selling rubber duckies.
At the table.
let’s be in love with the world.
it will be a story.
Who they could be
the sweetness of ritual
enough changes for a year
watching the light
she knew what to do.
surrounded by locals
a few nudges
breath, body, and water.
enough of this.
Love and relaxation
the sourdough chronicles
that big red heart
Brimming over with expectations
shopping at Granny's
capacity
playing with our food
I want to write you love letters.