Morning and [[time]] again
to sing as earth sinks
into [[light]]
and the dawn chorus.
It's grey and cold,
but today the birds
are truly beautiful
and the key is just to [[trust]]
that they'll chime in
at the right [[moment]].
The whole [[song]]
woven together of it[[self]]:
yes, everything is
in worship, al[[way]]s.
Old wizard, what a [[joy]] it is to [[wander]] with you on this windless wild day, your seven sermons singing a [[simple]] insight…
Today blew apart and burnt me up, reading what I can bare. In [[truth]] , [[be]] ing [[read]] by what comes before creation and its…
It's not the endless play of [[light]] when you close your [[eye]] s, nor how every cell seems to open into [[peace]] . It's not bird…
Life goes on forever, whether you ack [[now]] ledge it or not. It's love we're [[here]] to service: one purring [[heart]] stripped down…
A butterfly just butted in and is being quite belligerent. I must begin to [[write]] , though what it is I cannot say, opening the…
Two thin strands of a spider's web strung across the window catch sun [[light]] streaming [[through]] and display a small part of its…
"His knowledge of my condition frees me from asking" - Abraham This [[self]] bent over, bereft, finally brave [[enough]] to bare a small…
Two nights ago in a dream, you held my face so tenderly I felt everything else in the world fall apart except this embrace, lathered in the…
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