I am a welder.
Not an alchemist.
I am interested in the blend
of common elements to make
a common thing.
I am a welder.
Seek not the paths of the ancients;
Seek that which the ancients sought.
We crawl through the tall grass and idle light,
our chests against the earth so we can hear the river
underground. Our backs carry rotting wood and books
that hold no stories of damnation or miracles.Read More
What does the forest whisper
With every wind-stirred leaf,
From many-centuried oak tree
To hour-old blossom-sheaf?Read More
Has anyone seen the boy who used to come here?Read More
want back in:
all the Dougs and the Michaels, the Darnells, the Erics and Josés,
they're standing by the off-ramp of the interstate
holding up cardboard signs that say WILL WORK FOR RELATIONSHIP.
The day will come when, after harnessing the winds, the tides and gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of Love.Read More
Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life
Something changes the moment you decideRead More
Furthermore, we have not even to risk the adventure alone,Read More
COURAGE is a word that tempts us to think outwardlyRead More
The sun shines not on us but in us.Read More
We drift through this gray, increasing nowhereRead More
If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start.Read More
Don't bother me
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can't bear without a friend,
I can't love without a sister.
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
“I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open.”
We are here essentially to risk ourselves in the world.Read More
Throw Yourself Like Seed
Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit
sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
that brushes your heel as it turns going by,
the man who wants to live is the man in whom life is abundant.