Restful and Wakeful
The bells that now enliven me reverberate each hour with a different melodic phrase. They make me a repeating...
The bells that now enliven me reverberate each hour with a different melodic phrase. They make me a repeating...
Still making ourselves? Good, so is the world. Don’t give up on either one. Out of chaos, creation. We’re alive!...
Do they gather somewhere, the words that hide from my mouth? Do the ones that won’t come to my tongue...
Fetched from far time, it’s the startling truth: Every living being’s my cousin. What? The toad, the mayfly too? The...