if my being in the world is enough it implies my living – as my being here alive right now, is how i am here at all. it is living that being that asks for action for quickening enlivening deepening there is no compromise either my foot on this path enlivens, dirt tread – leaf…
first call of spring did i expect perfection that first evening of spring when the red chested cuckoo called me outside to see the evening star in a salmon sky – clear and still horizon to hilled horizon where all but he held its breath while his song fell from the trees. second call…
these are our high and holy days the ones where we shake the night’s rain from blossoms so they might yield their scent to our breath, the ones where we wake to the sound of smartphones proclaiming the day, (and the hour and the weather) the ones we make toast for, early morning iron pans…