New Rain

In the faces of the young or those inspirited likewise I see a great turning toward one; a singular union of creation with its source. Without much in the way of agency, but for the divine rites of science and poetry, human consciousness is being drawn out in the zeitgeist, vaporized of its harder elements […]

I Learned Upon Waking

I was dreaming, in which a little Sherpa man walked up to me and said any one of the world’s great religions is a means to unraveling into the unity. I was amused he used a bar room idiom to further his conjecture: what’s your poison? So, with a smirk and a smidge of dread […]

Dreamed

It can be a long pause between breaths when one is dwelling on the source of things, or in learning the red caught in the cloud net at dawn comes from elsewhere, never ours to understand or fully behold. We make mystery a fun house mirror image when we claim to know. Breathe now as […]