I’d like to turn this into a poem, so I can dance between the spaces instead, because after four decades on the planet, I still don’t know how to define myself in words. So, here I go.

I was once a dove, whose wings waved the winds of Peace over war. I was once a protozoa, among the Animalia, who just wanted to be. I was once the Sun whose light shined upon all the things I…

I hope this reaches you — Written August 8th, 2388 (although we no longer count by these years) It’s pretty amazing humans have lasted this long. After all we did to one another in your past. Yet we have. And we’re thriving. Through the evolution of, what is now called, the internet of consciousness, I can…

All we have is Now — We go through our days flying through our moments, which are more valuable than anything anyone can give you, or anything you can trade. There is nothing more miraculous than this now. Here is a home for our nowisms in words. Here is a place we can turn the gift…

Being Love, Being Peace — To pause and imagine, wise words come on the wings of compassion and grace. Flutter through your delicious days with the lightness of the wind. Flutter through with the lightness of being. And pause upon the stillness of the moment, even if it is unstill around you — let go…

Dear page of my notebook, You’ve held my tears, gave my brain space for years. Lifelong letters have given me the peace of a tight hug, the comfort of a loving sibling reflecting warmth in symbols. You’ve slowed down my hummingbird never-ending thoughts. You have never judged me for my…

At one point in my life, I allowed someone to take my mattered heart, of blood and cells and electrons from my precious body, while my spirit danced. They supercooled it in liquid nitrogen. Held it up with gloved hands, in front of my eyes, went to the second-story balcony…

Shine your divine light, shine it, human, shine it brightly — Some people will see your soul’s heart light and know how vitally important it is to protect it. They see you dim and will share of their light — for you to glow through the darkness, and beacon into the day. They will treat your light as precious as their…

The fan hum: electronic breeze. Take it easy. Early morning awakening gurgles inside me. Conversations of an insect nature, a hicha hicha hichachacha, harmony of hums, interwoven peep peep peeps. The light clicks off, warm September Summer has come. My hand waves under the lamp. The light clicks on. It's…