holding onto your magic lance, that splinter from the Tree of Life, you hurtle still through time and space proceeding in the only direction you know how from your limited vantage point it appears you make no progress when another soul flashes past, you catch an envious glimpse of their fine coat, and observe the… Continue reading Moving
Author: Dani Doucette
Outbreath
Her chill has lost its jagged edge, no more to tear into the bone. Her breeze sighs sprightly tenor trills, now muted Winter’s baritone. Her sunbeams practice pirouettes on dew that blankets grass and stone. Her scent releases fertile notes that herald Mother’s swelling thrown. She rises, ringing bells of bliss that carry ‘cross the… Continue reading Outbreath
Night
Summits
It all depends how closely, you see boulder or crumb dinosaur or bird early or alone Peer down from our warm tech dungeons Sol drenches our past in sparkling light and powdered shade Descend to terra firma reuniting with our now to find scratches in the mud just where the tulip ought to grow It… Continue reading Summits
Productivity
As I sat in meditation this morning, I felt an uncomfortable, familiar nudging. A dissatisfaction. An insufficiency. My thoughts flowed toward the attractive magnet of mind where I deposit the wreckage of goals unmet and visions partially fulfilled. This junkyard of declarations retains a distinctive attraction, you see. It is a private place known to… Continue reading Productivity
