Writing the Dark Sun
Face Painting Life
Alchemical Writings from the Moon
There are several kinds of
Unknowing
Sensed in the wounds of
Soul:
The loud light thunder of
Cloud
Skewered principles are always the problem
Art of Thought
Dreams furl
Daylight drops
Permeate sleep
A long alleyway
In sight.
Nothing to see here
Could be further from the truth
Nor, so easy to understand
As an Eagle in full flight.
Sand is washed into the way
Moon light
Fallen as rays
Bright as laughter
As knowing.
Thank You
Time Yes & No
Ready Now
Keep the way open
Because, at the gate
It’s a heartbeat away
Keep the way open
Because, at the gate
It’s a heartbeat away
