For the old ones used to say
The stories have been told in whispers down through the ages around campfire circles and even today intimated around certain dinner table gatherings But nowhere spoken more softly were these…
The stories have been told in whispers down through the ages around campfire circles and even today intimated around certain dinner table gatherings But nowhere spoken more softly were these…
I would tell you I did not ask for this gift but that is not precisely true Far more accurate I suppose is that I did not trust Life enough…
Would be demigods, seeking the worship of men Have always used fear to build walls Walls of the heart between you and I, us and them The great spiritual teachers…
MY AWAKENING EYES I. I walked out the door of the house this morningand in my face just like thatthere was the whole gosh darn universeinhaling with a great hunger…
I saw the most wondrous thing today! A Tree—a grand and ancient Oak actuallyher long gangling arms reach skywardgnarly roots stretch out all around underfoottogether weaving a holographic tapestry of…
It is told in places of old around the Speaking Fire that one can tell those touched by the wild— by the light dancing in their eyes running as easily…
I seem to be running from a post! The thinking within it is waking me in the darkness while the moon is now set; the emotions within the writing will not let me sleep.