If walls could speak, what would they say? I was built out of fear. Fear made the bricks. Fear mixed in and baked ’til it was stubborn, solid, immobile. Fear made the mortar, mixed and smeared over every last brick, ’til no space remained. Fear made a wall, and everything inside the walls became fearful, … Continue reading
In caverns we hear our endless refrain, that which we put out comes back to us. Is it no wonder we seek to hear it… shouting as we come, singing as we are. The universe is proffering the truth at every moment! Everything comes back, an endless echo of action and reaction, of beliefs held … Continue reading
For months now, I dream of mountains. I see their majesty and quiet charm when I close my eyes day or night. Their magnificence is burned into my mind… shadow images standing firm and powerful. I image someday something else will haunt the inner contours of my retina. But I draw from these images, with … Continue reading
In the space between two pines I find a legacy of my own illusions In the space between two pines Lives a lifetime’s pungency of desire Sticky limbs heavy and weighted against the winds tender encouragements Endlessly bowing to the great space Decades of this dance, days of dreaming Only a stone between as each … Continue reading
