.... 3rd Woman (Doubt): "Once by the river, when that last stone skipped had past its placid call, you wept and prayed for us, and we sprang up like seeds ( Read more... )

Once, when the sun was still young and danced lightly over its arc, and the trees still spoke in whispers to listening ears, a carpenter and a weaver entered the forest. And unto the trees the carpenter said, "O trees, who are wise and majestic; I am humble before you. You are my partner, and I dance with your leaves in the day and find fruit in ( Read more... )

Put on clothes ( Read more... )

---THE RIVER ( Read more... )

Of all things wise, sacred, and true, among the tops of spiraling stars, beyond knowledge of me or you, are spirit songs, moving beyond heavy existence, for how can the soul enter the ether without first loosing its mooring among us? Truly, there songs are both rust and sail, breaking the anchors and calling in the upper winds to their hearts, to ( Read more... )

Come to the woods ( Read more... )

I have been reading T.S. Eliot and Dante Alighieri extensively, and it has been affecting my writing greatly. I also have been eating lots of E, to celebrate the end of summer. This also has affected my writing. I have a new journal since 3 days ago and the writing has changed. It's like a new appendage, almost. A calmer, more contemplative ( Read more... )

Cause I need a friend and I can pretend ( Read more... )

Don't try to deny the thoughts you left behind when your eyes grew dark and you started to run behind them ( Read more... )

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