A World Worth Waking Up In
Is it not in fact the womb of Earth’s ancient and primeval salty oceans that are the birthplace of our own blood and tears of joy or of grief through…
If we can but be large enough of heart and mind for a time
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…
Have you noticed?
Have you noticed the ease with which a feather falls? The grace with which mule deer bound when running? Or the effortless speed of the antelope? The natural flutter of…
The Cross We Are Hung Upon
Here, then, is the cross that you and I that we are hung upon, is it not? Can we trust this awakening scratching for release from inside the egg’s shell…
I heard a poem call my name today
I heard a poem call my name today while walking an isle at the grocery store It subtly invited my attention the way a half-remembered dream becomes whole only if…
Becoming Man
Until a man has hung suspended by the North Star naked and upside down then buried and eaten by worms and been born again into milkweed and monarch into wild…
Seeking to be other than I am
I have sought, longed desired and craved to be many things other than I am Heroic champion of the suppressed and suffering World changer of narrow tribal religious and political…