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
I was accused of being in the water for three hours. I’ve been accused of worse things, but there’s no way I could have because my bladder signals me after about an hour and as much as I would have … Continue reading
Veiled beneath stretched and speckled clouds, a rising sun. Tucked in slender bending coastal covering, a feral cat on guard and grateful to be within terra firma. Behind my back, prints in moist sand. In front view, a vast ocean … Continue reading
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