spiritual language poetry & writings

notes toward a cosmic folklore – XVI



New face as perennial as the grass banking on its strategic

location in the wings, tempting (the sea is heard but not seen)

as homage to growth where steering a successful course (a fair

or ill-wind?) means knowing frontier of tough love. …But

innocence throws wrench in plans (no ball for host) while

exquisite taste may be piece in the puzzle, as delving into

genetic code fills void in heart. (I know—it’s ridiculous but

it’s fitting it happened here. If we had made art, this would

have been it. Amen.)