In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that light becomes this art.
~Rumi
as translated by Coleman Barks
Two crows fly silently by in morning stillness as the sun flirts with my heart.
“Obsession is a young man’s game.” ~From the film The Prestige I just watched this fabulous film which is rich with layers of narrative about the human condition, the restless, conflicted soul and obsession. It’s sometimes hard to see one’s shadow and inner conflict reflected back but that is a function of art, not unlike…
No, sir, I am not interested in taking your survey. I am interested in taking my time. No, sir, I have no need to “get rich quick” unless it somehow comes through honey dripping slowing on my tongue and down my chin. No, sir, I have no desire to ACT NOW! For I am listening…
What sower strode across the earth, Which hands sowed The heart’s seeds of fire? Like rainbow’s bands they went out from his fists To the frozen ground, young earth, hot sand And there shall they sleep Greedy, and drink up our life And break it into pieces For the sake of a sunflower you don’t…
Liberté
Egalité
Democracy!
A Blessing May the worlds you travel in or between bring you grace, dear reader.