A poem in admiration of our world.
A short poem about impermanence — not just realizing it, but embracing it for all beings
Tension is the nature of diversity, and diversity is beautiful, whether it resonates of harmony or dissonance…but harmony is only possible after there has been a parting, and dissonance, the agony of desire, only intensifies as resolve nears, yearns until unison is found. Songs are born of them.
A soul so bright, even without eyes to see her…she is herself; not made for anyone else, she is her own.
A few words of poetry in admiration of our beautiful and generous world.
Alchemy: level the furnace, add the ingredients, prepare the catalyst and the harmonizing agents, seal the cauldron…and then begin the firing process. These are the demands of the work, and once begun, timing is everything. The work itself is volatile, but that’s why the results are transformative.
Of all directions, North is youngest; of all lands was North raised last: pole-clinging, mountain-bracing, glacier-bearing, winter-blasting, storm-wielding, darkness lair. Of all lands was North the best.
The Celtic goddess Boann loosed an Otherworldly spring, and lost herself in the flood that came of it…or realized herself in its torrent. She and the spring together became the Boyne river, which flows today as ever it has since then, and Boann herself became the goddess of inspiration. To seek the Otherworldly spring soContinue reading “The Art of Inspiration”