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