If there is a virtue like water, something real working deep, then be as the canyon, willing to give up on stately profiles standing sheer on far horizons. Channel a quenching from whitened peaks. Carry life to dry places.
Beneath the stone, encased in stillness, dark and cool, larvae strains to pupae strains to nymph, then bubbled for transport rising, emerging, surfacing, enticing Browns and Rainbows suspended. Resting, waiting, on the flow then spreading anxious into first flutter, an embodied gasping for first exchange, struggling into the thinner, dryer, warmer medium, fluttering, lifting, falling, […]
He spoke in the dangerous dialect of occupation. He wanted it all back in the original version of earth. He took up with the wilderness between mystery and science. He was sure to be facing down many great delusions, and the formidable crux of our existence itself. Everything hinged on leaving, being willing to take that first step out the door […]
In the smoke of many fires we rise. Our signals are are read across the far reaches. Morning by morning, taken up, taken in, braiding skyward with the wild dream spilled out into star fall flaring silent four billion years, resting here, cooling, revolving, wettening, conceiving, generating, incubating, cultivating, nurturing, caring, loving its own by […]