Saturday, December 31, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Letting Go
Out of the cave I called my home,
beyond the mere life of this body
(by Joneve McCormick)
beyond the mere life of this body
the universe is disrobed.
There is no place now to fall,
no desire to shrink.
There is no place now to fall,
no desire to shrink.
I can see myself burrow into earth,
hover over the sun
and walk down a street --
I can see everything I've done,
pretending many roles.
I can transform into a living cross
or a mummy wrapped in white
spiraling in space
if I choose,
hover over the sun
and walk down a street --
I can see everything I've done,
pretending many roles.
I can transform into a living cross
or a mummy wrapped in white
spiraling in space
if I choose,
as I've chosen before.
Beyond this mere life
I've traveled many roads
in the all-seeing eye
creating the world;
I was with Homer and Aesop, with Charlemagne
and in the water Christ walks on,
in hurricanes and harvests.
Don't say it cannot be,
that these and other things
don't or didn't happen;
I know what I know.
that these and other things
don't or didn't happen;
I know what I know.
And here is my test for truth --
the exact consideration,
and what works:
beyond this body's walls
where I live
the machinery of bondage
in heaven and on earth
is vanishing.
the exact consideration,
and what works:
beyond this body's walls
where I live
the machinery of bondage
in heaven and on earth
is vanishing.
(by Joneve McCormick)
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
mated for life
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
the incredible brown pelican
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
the arrowhead maker
Monday, November 28, 2011
crazy jane goes fishing
I was lonely and took him in
scoundrel though he was
I heard a whisper...
was I to pay
for all my sins?
we went fishing
caught 3 fish before he fled
blind night turning into day
Crazy Jane poem (Yeats)
Sunday, November 27, 2011
erotic tingles
Saturday, November 26, 2011
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