White-cossack

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Nova

How far can darkness fall? When silence is its measure? When time itself is distanced? Intake and exhalation of breath, purifying self until infinitesimal, all encompassing and sublime. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Meditation in the Morning

In the silence of predawn darkness a single candle burns with golden flicker encompassed by quiet dark and soft light I fall inward toward self where gossamer self becomes brillant as a sunburst through darkened cloud rising into the star filled sky singing Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Two Thousand Elk

Tonight I had to smile, 68 miles of the I84 interstate, statiscally the deadliest road in the USA, found itself stopped, blocked and unpassable. Cars, vans, milk trucks and semi's with lights and horns blaring, lined up in four lanes west to east, east to west, waiting for nature to pass by but it... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 4, 2008

An Arctic Thought

Standing under the porch overhang just back from the ice crusted edge stalactites of water frozen, waiting brillant blue by winter's weak sunlight while from my lips a frosted breath curls into the chilled dry crisp air bringing to mind a now distant day when on a ship's steel deck I stood swaddled... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Evolution

How oft must I abide, The tribalistic minds, Of religious frevor, Or scientific endeavor, That try to unravel time? What matter is the dross in rock, The dross of thought, The dross of talk, When talk is talk, And thought is thought, And of both stated, Neither is enough? Scried have I amongst boney... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

When stones speak

The pictures came today in a envelope battered, From months of transit originating half a world away, Customs stamps from Brazil, scrawlings in Portuguese, No commercial value, The contents are priceless, Pictures of rock faces defaced, Peckings patiently done, Weathered now by centuries past,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Snowfall

I took the time to sit wrapped in silence, nothing more than that really, seperating my life's hectic moments, setting them aside despite demands, content to watch the fall of snowflakes, while listening to the growing silence, as the noise of the living world faded, buried beneath the pristine fall... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Tear Sheets

I sit surrounded by pictures of people I do not know and do not want to meet. There is a coldness in their eyes brown, black,blue or grey staring from tear sheets in sullen arrogance. Murderer, Rapist, Child Molester, Bank Robber, one would think that there would be some small sign of regret, but... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 4, 2007

Haunting Myself

Odd how after all this time, a smell can still cause memory to flash, an instant of burning behind my eyes, a sound can trigger an alerted stance, hightened senses warning of danger, my wife will look up from her book or, my daughter will pause while crossing the room, I close my eyes and deeply... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Alexander

I remember his billowing purple cloak, blonde hair sculpting his sun burned face, he had eyes the color of warm shelled almonds. Twenty of us rode across the egyptian desert, seeking the oracle of Osiris in its white tower, twenty days of hot sand and sun, cold moon and stars. He alone entered... Sign in to see full entry.

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