It Won’t Be Long
Things are not yet ready to be put to rest, but soon with warmth and wit from the earth underfoot, a growing hum, a pulsating resonance, rotating, elongating…ah an awakening.
Things are not yet ready to be put to rest, but soon with warmth and wit from the earth underfoot, a growing hum, a pulsating resonance, rotating, elongating…ah an awakening.
ensuing with transitions of the seasons that seems to affect even playful boys. May I suggest stepping into a forest? One nearby a river is a bonus. I don’t go to the forest to be alone; I go to be … Continue reading
In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers – but like lemmings running headlong to the sea, we are oblivious.” – William Wordsworth. Wordsworth chronicles his spiritual life, his views on his craft and place in the world in his … Continue reading
What is good and what is bad has been established long ago, yet the pendulum isn’t so easily distinguishable. But if you can remember that a magical amulet is what you are, what you’ll always be perhaps the measuring device … Continue reading
On my knees this morning and this view seemed a bit macabre and just like that a sweet breeze scattered the clouds of the morning and look who showed up unapologetically. Looks more like a rebirth now with the luminous … Continue reading
It must have been the words we exchanged that I perked up in the quiet migration of the soft light. Even the birds of paradise seemed to be singing a different tune.
I was going to title this eschaton or the last state of man, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression as I see and feel the counterpart as the life after, the dream state, the when and … Continue reading
I’m trying to figure out this place, the what and where, the why I have arrived and how to return without the baggage. Where else does one go but the wilderness for answers, for she doesn’t sling any distractions our … Continue reading
This isn’t the salty body of water that I prefer, but there is something about a flowing river after a downpour. It’s a formidable wildlife wonder to the ocean when it’s not within reach. I’m not sure why I’m drawn … Continue reading