I allow my sorrow to deepen, when bear comes into my dreams A young native woman brought him, Like a shadowy hand of a dream. . . so many deaths They whisper: He is the one who takes you down. He brings new forms and...
There once was a giant asleep in the valley, he aligns with the shape and shadow of the valley. Awakening, he brings the untaught story. The darkening place, a chink in the cavern The narrow opening. A whole in the middle of the earth, . . . falling through...
Days pass one after the other, and yet. On a gentle day a starlit birth, my winter walks the moon lights blue. Impresses its image on virgin snow. All the while, look, how white angel dust surrounds the moon, then, stars,. . . like the mind shines bright, ...
Seed wisdom is about how to paint flowers in the sky There is a seed hidden in the sickle of the moon and the moon can be seen as seed or eye. The sickle moon, as seed moon, as virgin moon, as first moon, as in itself moon. The green seed sprouts in the sickle of the...
The ancient origin myth is a rite of passage-our story as original seed. Tell me your story. In our story is the original seed, our promise. Like the light of a new moon. Like a centuries old woman, hidden, her life, like the labyrinth, An echo perhaps, a memory, from...