The Space Between Your Ears
I’ve be led into quagmires, forced into boxed canyons, and lost in mine for years. I could not resist exploring inward, always; lost mostly, with stretches of clarity and peace, unforgotten.
1992 during a Southern Hemisphere May, the sun rose as the Dali Llama walked onto the stage of the amphitheater. It was that moment so far away from home that I heard that the place to save the…Continue
Do is not a dear, darling, if Ray is not, a drop of golden sun.
First and foremost this is a song and dance act, in fact, divine comedy; Nature gets to pick the last laugh, and who laughs - last.
I’m just guessing as usual, no prophet...For sure.What these hills are alive with, is up to the beholder. I call them as I see them, I read them and weep. I believe I did some of my best work, ever, this week.
I lived nearly a year in a sleeping bag. Last night I dreamed a light rain had begun and I was trying find a spot to roll my sleeping bag up to keep it dry on a riverbank, but before I could a wave of water swirled up from the river and soaked my bag as I was trying to roll, then quickly fold it before it soaked up even more water.
The dream went on with me trying to hang up the drenched bag, and then I woke up. I’ve not thought about sleeping bags for a very long…Continue
Plowshares do more damage than swords. Ask any bison, those blades are worse than arson. Open wounds, festering with foreign grains...placed by a horde of ignorant, desperate, deluded, fortune seekers, driven west by more of the same logic that turned Europe into hell.
Active Peacekeeping. Truth, targeted...with absolute precision into the heart of the dark, black knight. Light, into darkness, a pin prick...less even, delivered with loving intentions, not…Continue