If I were a man, like Jesus, Napoleon, JFK or Harold, then I would be already free. Not seen in any recent photograph, not sheltered in unconscious life. Free with dust and branes. It is long. It is brief. We quickly fill the passing time with events. Some are tragic with emptiness, some captured, some … Continue reading Life on Earth (the poem)

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He who lives in harmony with himself lives in harmony with the universe. Marcus Aurelius

We are a continuum. Just as we reach back to our ancestors for our fundamental values, so we, as guardians of that legacy, must reach ahead to our children and their children. And we do so with a sense of sacredness in that reaching. OUR history begins before we are born. We represent the hereditary … Continue reading Ancestors

In the darkening hours after work and play a mystery emerges from the fading day, born from the pool of shadows. I linger then casually sleep, buried in a nest of dream so deep that flaming sparrows seek me. I grow malignant from their searing breath that has me feast upon the angels flesh, and … Continue reading Into The Frying Pan – 1972