Sunday, March 8, 2026

Golden Mountain



On clouds she guided her borrowed chariot, headed with the pale steeds down the golden mountain and thru the windy path lined with tall stick trees soon to be with leaves. 

Monday, March 2, 2026

March’s Lion 2026

 


I should say

An eclipse 

A blood moon

A celebration 


March  6 

9:44

Clear site

Round and round and round we go


March 7

7:00am

Out of an old carved Aramaic box out jumped golden rabbits and eggs of all kinds.


March 8

10:16am

And I heard the mountain would be on fire.


March 9

7pm

The drums played and the smoke rose the dance around the fire, the Djiin released

 

March 10

9:18

And then a win

10pm

The lions share

10:09

It’s written 


March 11

3:33

On a bed of roses, fragrant and bright 


March 12

11am

Thorns abound on vines, fragrant and bright. Watch your shoulders carefully through the channel open.

9:50

I’m looking about






Friday, February 27, 2026

“Shall we play a game?” Said in a computer voice of 1987

 


It could be compared to the Edwardian times when Great Britain had started its sad departure of empirialism. The moment the greater class finally saw their servants but still did not acknowledge them.

Beauty

Cells 

A conversation with my mother

“I’m going to plant an Eastern Star to be seen from the sky, so people on planes might see it.”

“They won’t know what it is.”

“It doesn’t matter if they don’t know what it is, it’s the beauty for them to see, the hidden out in the open.”





Be still and listen

One day I’ll tell you a story





The wine poured before the cooking of the lamb over a fire, oiled and herbed under the planet parade.

I have so many questions.