"...with mad, dynamic precision the way that imbalanced yet brilliant people talk when they try to talk about everything at once..."
mothsilk and burr in the wool. as a craft i can see the sane hesitation but what a life, a birth. wrestling with the angel, music with no words black coffee seasons every minute i am healed violets grape hyacinth velocepides you carried the stone all the way home and it seemed happy to be holding your hand. life is meant to be lived at a walking pace. where does the green sock summer from its station on the cross? daffodils give the well away.
extraordinary light. beautiful here with you and the first leaves like minnows a million spined lights among the ironwood the wave of Life along the hill, a ripple if you stood long enough you would see, the rise of it all, the Light that animates every cell, that is all and everywhere, shuddering with celestial electricity point to point a timelapse of april in the valley but from The Beginning to Now. and the Life Energy revered, the circle made sacred, this late understanding. this great shift, and everything is better and entirely possible.
for the enormous effort of mast the nut trees sleep in, but fruit trees allow for green filaments made flamepoints in long afternoon sun. sumac boneclawed birch tree hellebore and the white rose broomstick dipped in moonlight. i rise further from the weave and believe it makes a pattern. believe in the weavers craft. believe in the mathematical certainty of perfection, that the world is only a mirror for some infinitely greater impulse is only one single cell animated in a Being broad as the loom.
a series of becomings, pearls on a string. wider to light and revelation, deeper to understanding. think more. think more in metaphor, matrix, metamorphoses. open curious breathing smooth the face of the water.
occupied by an angel itself. someone/thing desperately curious about the world, fallen into the blackhole of my surrender. some extraordinarily bright, strong presence filtered through a glass darkly and completely innocent of egoflesh drive. so its let the dog drive but behind the dog behind the wheel is an angel, after all.