Haiku: Arrival of Autumn

In response to SeasonWords this week: Mist creeping down the hillsSlinking unseen under the door sills at night…We pull the blankets a little tighter Dark clouds above yielding a bright circle of glorious blue Behind and around darkly echoing thunder and rainGinger, our dog, shivering in her cubby hole Yesterday arrived our cast iron woodContinue reading “Haiku: Arrival of Autumn”

Layers & Levels Chapter Eight: Body Speech and Mind

Flowers in their flowering communicate the lovely enlightened language of Flowering Being

With manifold qualities of form, texture, colour, temperature, scent, beauty, sensitivity.

As with flowers so with all, from microscopic universes to macrocosmic spiralling galaxies…

Yi: Wisdom in Feminism 5-4 > 43 < 38

From Heaven hidden within
gestating for countless moons though warmed by the sun
leading through serving, influencing via the Heart
moving Kings with moans
we who first cry when born into this vale of tears
rub together in unending struggle
through cycles of Day and Night, Life and Death
all bound together
in undying love.

Article 68 Robbie Robertson RIP

Listening to the songs and watching the documentaries yesterday I tried to recall my experience of that era and also understand why the music felt so seminal, so powerful, so rich, so dangerous, so quintessential. I know it to be so, I felt it at the time, we all did, but now I cannot for the life of me bring it back – it just doesn’t come.