Most of us find leavesÂ
  the most beautifulÂ
     right beforeÂ
         they die.
There is potential
   for a redemptive beauty
in us all
   until the very end of our lives;
for we are nature,
  and nature is us,
      and if the leaves can do it,
            then why can't we?
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
Maybe it is all a dream? Whose to tell me that it isn’t? Would you? Could you? Would you try to wake me up? . . . It was all a dream Inside the mind of a man Who fell asleep Years ago In his bed is wh
