Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Beyond a curtain of tears and shadow,
one stumbles through the dark into rapport.
Who refracts light in moments of stillness,
dances 'round the sun, and spins with the spheres,
kindles the fire between music and words?
Whose name burns in flame as incandescence?
Earth, air and water conceal immanence
where spirit is the place of a presence;
there breathes a whisper, "You are beloved."
Above the 61st parallel, the colors of Autumn mark our parting with the bees, and the last days of real warmth. I had begun to transl...
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