Age of Faith

A summer squall changed the world this afternoon, for soil dry, for thirst of finches slaked in blossoms, for the withered mind. Mountain monsoons raise the dead when lighted vapors filled with the spirit of fresh cut sage return to sky. I sauntered with the God of dogs til dusk, whistling Danny Boy, the words […]



Beneath the clamor flows the language of the senses, primal, preverbal, speaking in tongues of green, of earth, of wind, of water. Come stand in the river and forget all the stories you have ever been told. For a time, the torrent will be troubling. Find joy in the grief for it is of mercy […]

Sky Pilot

I am descending. My bliss: being one creature, a single occupant of time and place. I have prayers, most unspoken, a swirling drift of wind and thought of mind. When I bend into spirit fears, I learn my way to beauty, loving the science of mystery. I am of┬áthe perennial though I know not how. […]


To be free from the darker arts, our contriving of forms reversely onto the foreground of natural history. Shamans and soothsayers gazing backwards, trading the naked now for trinkets of lore and laud, we trouble ourselves with tradition, we glory in our conquests of the lesser then. If Jesus was anything more than a man, […]