Sacred and ecstatic songs not bound by any one tradition as all contemplative poems are fingers pointing to the same moon. Go to end of page for a listing of archived poems.
7.25.2006
Beasts
I have pebbles in my shoes and a long walk over Kalahari sands.
Scorpions leer and sidewinders show interest.
Of course, I am still in my room fielding the beasts in my mind.
