Within four walls I sit contented, contemplating a peaceful return but I'm waiting for a moment to permit worthy action; to the East the closet doors smile gently through the cracks of shallow shadow to the South the credenza drawers emit an antique aura of stale bounty to the West window glass gleams with manufactured… Continue reading Knock at the Door
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West
Toss away your wand and set aside your sword, my friends. Shake off knowledge, and bury dark excretions of your vigilance in the sand. ∞ Remove your metal, your leather, your amulets of gold, my friends. Our helmets now serve as a chalice,filled with sparkling water dancing down through the spout of Infinity. ∞ Now,… Continue reading West
Star Mass
I was sulking on the curb tired of riding my bike around in circles, unsure where I should go, and wondering where my brothers had gone off to all afternoon. but you never asked me I was spooked when, sitting on Memere's lap in the kitchen, I saw the image of Jesus floating upwards just on the… Continue reading Star Mass
Ode to the Warrior
four feathers awash in the sea of Conscious mist whispers tickle against sandy particles encased in the lie of mortal industry we are comforted at long last in formless knowing, free from Imperial direction, denied scales of dutiful measure a small moment when the Heavens reveal a glimmering river of Holy oil in which we… Continue reading Ode to the Warrior
Two Places
Two places, one a stage and one a garden, both shining light in the circle where shadows show as directed, both inviting action to run through scenes of alternating comedy and tragedy. The Player dances in careful pirouettes for the delight of invisible spectators, while the Hermit hums in the sandy soil shaping… Continue reading Two Places
