The clocks change and the last bright fruit jewel baubles adorn the tree My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. Essence of winter sleep is on Read more about The end of the time of apples and the beginning of the time of night[…]
After Snowberries and marvellous spindle flowers in the young autumn wood at old lark meadow A train journey Grey skies and waves of emotion Joy Harjo holding my hand walking me home Reminding me of the poignancy of understanding We detour through A sea of rolling land flecked with sheep. Pink earth streaming through still Read more about Train Journey[…]
The South the snake shedding its skin The west the Jaguar with its power it’s claws and it’s gentle paws To the North the hummingbird that can fly backwards and release so that it can dart easily side to side and it’s perseverance To the East the Condor soaring through the sky wings touching the Read more about Honouring the four directions or seven[…]
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Mists swirl and swift’s dart as we dive out across the mountain on the road to nowhere their departure will mark the end of summer.The first hints of autumn are running into auburn tinges to the greenery
We are seekers by nature and we go forth onto the world, fueled by desire or reason, to search for that missing piece. But at the very last, we realize with a burst of insight that what we were seeking was ourselves, and we always had it with us. Only it was hidden beneath layers Read more about “We must not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we began and to know the place for the first time.” T.S.ELIOT[…]