Monday, September 21, 2015

saying goodbye to fall

To be showered in feelings
and dealings of time.

To be wallowing, heeling,
and heeding the rhyme.

Oh to break free—
and exist for a moment

with the coyote across the river.

Saturday, September 12, 2015


"You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place ? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know." —RenĂ© Daumal