The day comes you learn what will take you by death. Not by what kills the body, but something other, by way of a sacred wound that will never heal. It will be yours alone first sensed through love, the one you can’t forget, the one for the ages. The wound is furthered by […]
This is the natural progression of things: the seed grows in the husk and then the husk sloughs off. Know the difference. There is no arrogance in either. If you must make something of a shell you no longer need, do it with love. But when you feel the wind slant and soft in some […]
To ask the questions with no answers. To learn faith is more gut than brains, more moment than memory. To find the lost way of understanding without needing to know I have.
There are those that stay and those that come and go. The sun rises either way, the creek flows as it did a thousand years ago. Our little histories intermingled against the wider sky of how the world works. It is its own and we must belong to it. Yes, our hearts break and sometimes […]
If you are ready to take up with the unknown, begin with what you know, something you can see, or hear, or touch or taste or smell. Stop trying to sense the world with words. From there, by way of natural allegory, the wild and dark matter will be rustling at the edge of your […]
I face the dawn and all is silhouette and shadow. I turn away, and all is lit with a kind of soft awakening that says, look!
I stood at the window watching one flickering star slip slow beneath the trees on the west horizon; another broken morning. I could not say if the earth was moving or the star was falling. I could consult the experts on such matters and often do, but I don’t think it’s required for either faith […]
Coyote are wise and know how to be in the world. When one dies another moves in and takes the place. They keep good sense of spatial relations while humans do not. Out on the edge, in California, there is not enough to go around and the greater bounding box falls into a violated ocean. The […]
In the dark of winter’s night the trees release their salvage into fair exchange with the breathing. This is an aged and wisened love. Enter the season, and much has fallen off and away, subject to the effect of natural circumstance, a learned method of thriving, braced against the cold yet finding stillness. Remaining rooted, […]
I sensed a rush of wings above, a sudden river flowed in skyward waves, a twisting spiral random convergence leading itself centerless, to inspire it’s own innovations and my silence. First, of the crunchy growl of boots on hardening snow, then breath held for the sake of listening, then mind entrancing in it’s parallel flight with this […]
James Scott Smith 