Fog in the morning here will make some of the world far away and the near only a hint. But rain will feel its blind progress along the valley, tapping to convert one boulder at a time into a glistening fact. Daylight will love what came. Whatever fits will be welcome, whatever steps back in …
Category: Poetry
Candle in the Wind
A wonderful day meeting new friends and sharing the "separation from the Beloved," which invites this brief excursion into the heart of Rumi: There is a candle in your heart... There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, …
Allegiances
Allegiances It is time for all the heroes to go home if they have any, time for all of us common ones to locate ourselves by the real things we live by. Far to the north, or indeed in any direction, strange mountains and creatures have always lurked- elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders: - we …
Seaside
How far could you swim? With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb. Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm. What should our gaze mean? Kit waited for me to decide. Standing on …
Everything is Broken
There's a great article in Pajamas Media about Mr. Zimmerman. The link is here: How Bob Dylan checked out of the culture war. http://pajamasmedia.com/blog/the-bridge-bob-dylan-the-ruling-class-and-the-country-class/ I started listening to Dylan around the same time that I was reading Jung. Dylan's lyrics are interesting in many ways, but surprisingly in light of Jungian thought. Bob's earlier stuff …
Theoria 