Turning

Autumn is burning, turning, all green grown is suddenly fire, lit from within in the fading dusk. The vital hue descending, to the root and rhizome we all go, to our essential darkness, but not before our luminous colors reveal the passing of our substance, our quest, our earnest effort at some small good and […]

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Numinous

As night summoned a hidden despair, I sang in silent harmony with a lone coyote; his call was ragged with longing and he was wondering where his love had gone. When the song was over, and the stars hung still, I whispered to the wild spirits who understand such things. Know my heart O world […]