As the evergreens drink deeply in preparation for the long winter, I, too, turn to portions of my Self already stated and prepare. The journey for both is through dry country. The oasis will not be found except within. I carry the water to the evergreens as mine , too, is carried to me. As…

[twocol_one] [/twocol_one] [twocol_one_last] There bellows a wind around the turrets of the mind’s house, ripping under gutters, sweeping under eaves, leaving no residue. Clean, chaste as the sweet wind, stands she exalted. Prudently swiping at corners to eliminate even the shadow of contamination on her brother’s name. In good time, in due time, the world…

Come into my kitchen and use the back door. Only dear friends are allowed to walk right into the center of my home. Others have to earn the right by walking through the halls of my life to get to the heart of my home. But you can come to the back door. I will…

There was a man, a slim man, whose head was bedecked with a white cloud and whose eyes saw dreams he could not articulate. He sat one day staring into space and when I questioned him, he said, `I am sitting and watching the grass grow.’ I hesitated far too long and have lived to…

The velvet night plays host to the September moon hanging in suspension in liquid air. Cold, crisp edges seal in the lunar landscape, forgetting for the moment, the hot sky which sealed our noon. There comes the night, in desperation relieving the cloddish insensitivity visible in the unrelenting stubbornness of the day, unable and unwilling…

My song goes out on the morning air and penetrates the sky to where the stars hang heavy. My lyrics ride the beams that will meet the sun and hang in mid-day until even the grass hears the melody or the mourning. Look who it is! they say. She speaks to us and we hear,…

It was with stony disbelief they watched as I slowly lifted the strands of hair at the back of my head. And when they blinked,  I smoothed the disarray and said, did you see them? I, of course, had grown another set of eyes on the back of my head. But only after the children…

I seek solitude in that part of mind in consort with the ancient gods. We whisper great truths and often chuckle at the simplicity of man’s complex thoughts and of the complexity of the simple word. It all must do with the feelings of the times. For in ours, when our time was, we laughed…

So in this night when you lie still and listen for the rain, listen for the wind, listen for the stars moving about the sky, listen also for your heartbeat. It is steady and it is sure. It beats for all your commitments, both loving and lovable. You are an important adjunct to this world…