Begging Bowl
Loss, grief and chaos advance; the desperate fall adrift as structures buckle under mounting pressure. Dispossession, ravaged land, and children lost to the flood, reckoned
June 26, 2016
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Loss, grief and chaos advance; the desperate fall adrift as structures buckle under mounting pressure. Dispossession, ravaged land, and children lost to the flood, reckoned
Rising from inner earth, slender stalks of peace push against the hardened soil. Seeking open air of what may yet be, they sip on drunken
I have a small grubstake on the river where she breaks out of the high mountain sauntering like an unfettered horse, wild, unbridled and reckless,
Body and mind accept the peace of slowing down, as needing to do retreats in silence. Dismantling the throne of self the makeshift altar of