Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. Rumi, 13th c. Islamic poet Surely there is a place where we can meet. Perhaps a high mountain meadow where the armies below move like tiny insects and the guns of destruction are only faint poofs in the distance. A… [ Read On ]
after Wild Night by Craig Blietz Order. Balance. Sun will rise, moon will move across the night sky. In perfect grace and symmetry two creatures, horns arranged in peace not combat, are in harmony with the universe, like the moment a Mozart sonata reaches a chord of resolution at its finale.
after Musing Cat, sculpture by Jim Johnson I saw a proud mysterious cat— No, no—that’s another poet’s line, so what can I say? It is mysterious—but predominantly proud. Did it just say something? I’m no soft cuddly kitten. I’m my own cat!! Take me or leave me!