Thursday, October 23, 2008


Singing Images of Fire

A hand moves, and the fire’s whirling takes different shapes,
triangles, squares: all things change when we do.
The first word, “Ah,” blossomed into all others.
Each of them is true.

Kukai ~ 9th century Japanese Buddhist

... if so, why do we speak
why do we try to say what is always moving?

A me: after
Years of listening to Political Talk
Victor Borga: Phonetic Punctuation
Crepuscular (a new word found in a Seamus Heaney poem)
The smallest
an mp3 of Compression Wood: a very tender essay from Franklin Burroughs

Thank you all
for such wonderful comments here, on your blogs,
and in my email. Have a wonderful weekend!
(yes, it is starting early) (right now)! :)

Peace and wild, wind-swept days of slanting light to all!