Rain falls, layer upon layer, soaking the spring earth with wet desire. She lies waiting in her dark encampment, for roots to sing, her womb

Why go on sleeping when the sun breaks out of night jail? Light thunders, planets and stars disappear; the Earth wrapped in blue. Prophets of

Great beasts devour the nourishment where thought is born on rivers of darkness. Warriors of the slender arrow thrive there in beauty, and refuse the

After the storms pass and the hungry ones are driven from their feed, the humble will wait in the calm sloughs of spring beauty. There

Don’t mistake the rain soaked valley with hard paved streets, people entranced by things. Below the cracked sidewalks roadside trees push out their roots, thickening,

It won’t take long to remove the broken, clean the streets and fill the sidewalks with carefree shoppers. We can go about our business dressed

The other world signals with blankets of snow, quieting the noise in moments of peace. Not to be outdone cars roar back to life and

Iron morning, steel gray skies, crows on the rooftops. I’m not seeking, only waiting, pressed under winter’s hand. I eat and drink with silent armies,

Morning under clouded skies, the longest night passed in the slow turn toward brighter days. Aldebaran leads Orion through the winter arc as I pursue

The tangle of roots in mud and clay hold the impossible height swaying above the rooftops. I burrow down in what’s left of imagination, clawing

Quietly he gathers attention to the still point within, a candle flame brightening the inner sanctuary where life force pulses. His roots of awareness drink

After the burden of travel I return to the evergreen valley with winter light along the rim. Without wonder the soul becomes weary, needing the

In early dawn hours the moon sets in the west, Venus alight in the eastern sky. Perhaps I’m foolish to become so joyful yet I

The skies are clouded but beyond the layers of gray and black starlight and a moon I cannot see. I travel knowing but not knowing

Christmas 2023 The long night lengthens on a rain swept evening, blessed dark as wanderers from afar we traverse the city. Estrangement from the sacred