Poem for a Sunday Morning

WEAN YOURSELF Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say. From an embryo, whose nourishment comes in the blood, move to an infant drinking milk, to a child on solid food, to a searcher after wisdom, to a hunter of more invisible game. Think how it is toContinue reading “Poem for a Sunday Morning”

Timing is Everything

Not Here There’s courage involved if you want to become truth.  There is a broken- open place in a lover.  Where are those qualities of bravery and sharp compassion in this group?  What’s the use of old and frozen thought?  I want a howling hurt.  This is not a treasury where gold is stored; thisContinue reading “Timing is Everything”