What is it that calls forth

embarrassed uncertainty
when inside we stretch to
extend our narrow sense
of self?
A meditative leap into a state of maybe,
beaten back
into the spirit’s self constraint?
Which harbors pretense;
Wherein lies the danger?
The dream state, more permissive,
Offers refuge to those
Wandering familiars
Who beckon.
Nan Image Om Seti



The goal of the program is to give students the opportunity


Don’t only authors usually autograph their books? That means…
I’m writing a poem,
