Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
the world happens all around me
spins revolves soaks
all connected in this transitory web
I see a calm golden moon sailing through barren sky
I feel the branch, the root, the ripple, the tide
The storm may be upon me now
And if it be stronger than my wits
I will sing until the waves become a staircase to the stars
quiet now...listen
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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