For so long we’ve longed
A belonging for a home
That homes a homing
That has a being’s begun
Beyond a being’s begone
Sings a song that songs
A singing aptly sung
That verses a verse
That gives versing a Continue reading →
I’ll never know where it comes from,
Back in the hills somewhere, but . . .
Here I am again — sharing our Spring again —
Standing beside this little brook’s waterfall.
Oh, the tales carried in its flow over Continue reading →
I think memory’s collapsed of that first kiss.
Perhaps in eight grade — could have been Ginger,
Who I remember but holding hands with;
Or someone in that spin-the-bottle group;
Funny, I just remember being there.
I’m sure I kissed Continue reading →
Go study vocally&locally the world’s scriptures&stones,
The alchemies, dualities, the shaman bones,
The orchestrations, oracles&orisons, The ritual kneelings&prayings, magics of gestures&gracings, The holy-writs, homilies, and horoscopings, The ritual celebrations, psalms, and bondings, The dogmas-the duties-the daily dictations……… Of tradition, orthodoxy, Continue reading →