Richard Bohn

If you let your fingers trace the sharp edge of these jagged shards, be mindful ... for you teeter near a crevasse, whose abysmal floor is littered with broken vows, failed dreams, and the white brittle bones of hope. Look deep into this chasm and watch it fill with the debris of human experience.

These hearts of mine have experienced pain, but it is my wish that whosoever ...
sees them ...
touches them ...
remembers them ...
or hears of them ...
is inspired by hope.

That in our breaking lies our wisdom.

Our own becoming, beautiful, after our healing.

Sky-like mind
10,000 clouds,