Night is only shadow in which the stars remind that light is all around, still burning. This, an admonition to us, the small dimensionists, the ones, in all this matter, that struggle with our fear. The frailest of birds, in the coldest dark, sleep sound, somewhere. So, as this earth turns, each day, and night […]
Tag Archives: natural faith
I am of poems and rivers. I stand as it all works around my footing. I am held, wordless and watchful. While I fish, while I write, waiting on delight, a fight, not knowing what’s next, a broad turn downstream, a desperate run to hidden structures, a sudden gasp at twisting flight then plunging to […]
The creek strives for nothing beyond to be as it is and nothing more. Its practice is an original innocence that I think we once knew yet have abandoned. May we, if willing, feel such ease, if only for the moments we bend and flow, in some grace that holds it all together? What if […]
Here is a story of redemption, taught to me outside through many visions as I have walked among dogs. I am often guided to become an ancient one, like some Nordic tribesman reading the flight of geese as the harbinger of all the great disturbances of the north. I have learned to gauge the hour […]
