little fires

 

 

 

 

sometimes I’m quick to snuff it out
sometimes I let it burn
but there’s always that ash
sticking to the soles of my shoes
the gritty tracks
follow me
for days

 

 

 

sacred space

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

density

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Magic doesn’t sweep you away; it gathers you up into the body of the present moment so thoroughly that all your explanations fall away: the ordinary, in all its plain and simple outrageousness, begins to shine – to become luminously, impossible so.  Every facet of the world is awake, and you within it.

 

The deeper I slid into the material density of the real, the more I found that there was nothing determinate or predictable about existence.  Actuality, this inexhaustible mystery, cannot be domesticated.  It is wildness incarnate.  Reality shape shifts.”

~ David Abram

 

 

 

in between the dark and the light

 

 

 

 

“Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world”

~ John Muir

 

 

 

tucked in

 

 

 

 

for the night