Finding My Birth
Something or someone calls not from the dream time but below the sea where the sleek seal dives, or in the belly of the rock
July 26, 2015
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Something or someone calls not from the dream time but below the sea where the sleek seal dives, or in the belly of the rock
I harvest silence like a field of hay, threshing intimacy into rows of emptiness, raked and combed by long sharp tines of the inner life,
If I awoke before light, before bird call and waves beating, so early there was only you and me, the only two awake in the
One man has left the earth; his wolf-dog went before him scouting the way on the old journey into the timeless; leaving behind his music,