The sky-wheel turns us into dawn and fills creation again with color. Let it be our weakness, this thirst-love for the world, the sun coming up like red-gold being poured! The potter's wheel moves, and shapes change quickly. Let the...
My Courageous Life My courageous life has gone ahead and is looking back, calling me on. My courageous life has seen everything I have been and everything I have not and has forgiven me, day after day. My courageous life...
Listen. In the silence between your heartbeats bides a summons. Do you hear it? Name it if you must, or leave it forever nameless, but why pretend it is not there? Leave that which is not, but appears to be....
TO COME HOME TO YOURSELF May all that is unforgiven in you Be released. May your fears yield Their deepest tranquilities. May all that is unlived in you Blossom into a future Graced with love. - John O’Donohue - from:...
At Fourth and Main in Liberal, Kansas, 1932 (Written August 27, 1993) An instant sprang at me, a winter instant, a thin gray panel of evening. Slanted shadows leaned from a line of trees where rain had slicked the sidewalk....
Lakol Wacoun by Lydia Whirlwind Soldier I retreat to the edge of dreams empty my heart of haunting fears I fly with the red-tail hawk along the bank of rolling thunderheads into the mysteries of prayer “There is no word...
There is meaning, intrinsic meaning, in every moment.
