Bleeding Heart

Day So Long

The Unknowable

Eggs

Corpse

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Time Melts

The Game

Godís Pearls
Too Short and Very Sweet
 

 

 

 

Bleeding Heart

The world is coming up blooms.
Bleeding heart.
Hyacinth.
Forsythia.
Names, like old-fashioned tunes,
not heard much any more.
The ancients are awakening.
Healing circle.
Fire pit.
Prayer.
Activities, like long-forgotten dances,
awaiting our participation.
Raising our voices
in Unison,
we shape the future
with our words.

April 26, 2006

 


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