I would not have had to shout my questions, if I had only known how simple it would have been to simply awaken. It was not a matter of despair but a matter to unearth. I only had to ask and my track record would have shown if I qualified for an answer. photo by…

When first I started my journey there was  a need to know.   It was my focus.   Everyone has their own need.   The way for the each is to focus on one’s need.   The criteria for that need requires insight.  We must focus inwardly.  It is not easy. Many Worlds I wander about in many worlds…

A Validity Stressed beyond belief, my heart wanders in worlds unseen by human eye, not felt by human touch, but altogether real. Mountains are climbed where dizzying heights force vision beyond normal scope, chancing accidents not plausible but valid. It is my guess that distance is traversed on foot through lands uncharted and my footprints…

The Memory Makers The smell of the damp morning kindled memories of earth mold, as she fetched the wood and stirred the fire anew. Warmth crept into the chill room as ghosts of Springs past kept watch and in unison nodded approval to make waves on the still-born  ethers. The children slept; their various ages…

This poem was written a year ago and was received  with such warmth.  Much has happened in the past year to all of us.   Memories rise unbidden sometimes,  but needing affirmation.   So we affirm them and ourselves;  along with the memories welcome and again. . . . . . Come To My Table…

These barns are good. . . . good for carrying on important business, good for storing things, good for being the fragrant strongbox of our memories. . . . places where we played, growing up forever.                                           Tresy       (Our first born son,  whom we call Tresy,  has given me permission to reprint…

  To Be Born Anew The heads of state sat studiously brooding over the new confrontation; perchance an answer lay buried, obscured. Why should we, they pondered, be for all things and all people always a hundred per cent? Only because Conscience told them, when you see it to be done, it is yours to…

(When I published the journal entry called Hidden Lessons,  I was nudged to go through my files because I thought there might be a poem I had forgotten about.  After much searching I found it and thought I would follow the Lessons essay with what I had written March 08, 1998.  It explains to me…

snow cover reflects unto the bed of day, like the white lilac on a summer night. radiance expected with the dawn will discover itself in the light. it is a damask world of white on white. when the thaw comes there will be no trace of the winter things nor the magic grappling on the…

“Tis folly”  he said. “to write a word, for all words mean all things to all men, and some words mean no thing to some men, even when they mean everything to me. I have weighed each carefully in my heart, using my feelings as a scale. I labeled things only when I became a…