Fire and night. cold desert night. tongues of flame flickering. licking the air. swallowing the darkness Dune shadows disappear into oblivioncanopy of stars. sparks of magicwind buffeting tents. calling my name scheherezade storyteller. Listen. I have come to listen to the sand and the wind and the stars. To feel into the soul of the Read more about Shifting Sands[…]
http://www.cinetropic.com/morrison/james.html Lizzie James: I think fans of The Doors see you as a savior, the leader who’ll set them all free. How do you feel about that? It’s kind of a heavy burden, isn’t it? Jim Morrison: It’s absurd. How can I set free anyone who dosen’t have the guts to stand up alone and Read more about Interview With Jim Morrison[…]
EL CONDOR PASA (If I could) I’d rather be a sparrow than a snailYes I would, if I could, I surely would I’d rather be a hammer than a nailYes I would, if I only could, I surely would Chorus: Away, I’d rather sail awayLike a swan that’s here and goneA man gets tied up Read more about El Cóndor Paso (I’d rather be)[…]
This poem came through after watching David Attenborough’s Life on this Planet. If you haven’t watched it, may I HIGHLY recommend that you do and that you then share it far and wide. It’s causing a wave of awakening.. Amidst it all.Amidst uncertaintyEmotional frailtyRealization that how we have livedHas desecrated our worldUnknowinglyThen knowingly Because we didn’t,Because Read more about Treesisters calling[…]
Juliana Spahr ^ By the end of the year, I was used to things I hadn’t seen before, like a series of street brawls between fa and antifa that often absurdly tumbled into the Berkeley all organic full-of-strollers farmer’s market. Used to hearing about friends’ emails caught up in various FOIAs. Used to the social media posts about how someone somewhere was getting Read more about excerpts from “Will There Be Singing”[…]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Th%C3%A9r%C3%A8se_of_Lisieux
Today is one of those excellent January partly cloudies in which fight chooses an unexpected part of the landscape to trick out in gilt, and then shadow sweeps it away. You know you’re alive. You take huge steps, trying to feel the planet’s roundness arc between your feet. Kazantzakis says that when he was young Read more about The first morning of visible breath[…]
Kazantzakis’ on Saint Francis The canary is like a man’s soul. It sees bars around it but instead of despairing it sings and wait and see, one day it’s song shall break the bars.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living Read more about Thoreau – On Walden[…]