walk out into the first world, exhale into the sphere that reckoned this random scattering of tall grass into the field. be received. hail the wild geese and wish the ducklings well. it is morning and the fitful dreams are rinsing out into the one reality within the seen things.
the peppered sky chimes in the key of swallows. arcing northward from central america, dual citizens of the torn world, though native to the unity. wonderful yet I find myself dispossessed of wonder. like the birds, we all sleep under bridges of one kind or another. when the core competency of a culture is strategic […]
we two, on six brooding feet traversed the sandy trail, an earthen record of morning walks, strung along the ruins of an old forgotten campground. I could see children bursting out slappity screen doors free into the sun, fingers raking through the tall grass, laughter fading into green shadows. it left me vacant, alone with […]
turn slow to the side that gets little of your mind. there, see! the silence has always been attending to your way. pray to stand in the world, to see it all at once. wheat in the barn, chaff in the wind, in each and all of us. acquiesce to the edge of not knowing […]
this would be a day I read the skies and am rendered silent. this would be a day for walking long on shores of vast expanse. I have been the sort of man I fear would rise again in moments of resolve. when I see him on the street or in the pew or in […]
there is a hawk within me that oft must kill to live. what part of God is this? while the status of the human as prime and proper predator is self evident, I cannot help but fret upon the question of the kill itself. am I the dainty savage with her pinky raised while pecking […]
in first light I wait for birds, they, so snug-up to their nature, too real for the human amnesiac who cannot hold his own but in patches and pauses. so, I ask the silence for a birdsome aptitude, a way of mind to occupy that gaze into the dawn. near and far, through a singing […]