There she is.Sandals and a blue t-shirtno plans to me me todayI wasn’t really there, too afraid to flirt
Based on St. Patrick’s Words
I want to tell time by hand.To do it the hard way.To give way to the herd of easeand let it pass me by,let it leave me behind
עָשָֽׁן׃ a·shan
of forgettingof unknowingof witnessesof smokeof the templeof transfigurationof ascensionof…
It’s nearly thereapproaching quiet, stillness.Almost at the edge of chaos.From beneath a storm dimly lit.
There is no placeno border or crossingto find and to enterthis kingdom
When we sit to conspirewhere solitude and simplicity adornwhere those winds blow through cavernswhere incense lingers from the hourswhere all…
I am silent. Only here is the true God worshipped.Where all that I’ve said ends;fails to say, to mean, to sing.
Faint crackle of my pipewhisper of coyote’s howl — did you hear that?through winter wood crisppitch blue air — and her…
Blown in with the dustFor the sake of watching it settle