“In the respects in which the soul is unlike God, it is also unlike itself.” St. Bernard You were born a poet, slow to affiliations otherwise. You do not belong but to elements and instincts, just the basics, in a place, embodied, of a home and a small handful of people. You were familied, churched, […]
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Walk out into the first world, exhale into the sphere that reckoned this random scattering of tall grass into the field. Be received. Hail the wild geese and wish the ducklings well. It is morning and the fitful dreams are rinsing out into the one reality within the seen things.
Wind of the early spring is a hard-bitten woman to whom it seems I turn my face for sake of pain, for test of mettle. She draws me dry of idyllic bliss, makes me work the harder for my sense of standing straight up in this world. There is no care in her bluster and […]
James Scott Smith 