[3 October 2019] There are three states, three modes, Three beings that look not at all related, Yet grow forth, one from the seed of the next: Each state offers unto the next something unquantifiable, But essential to not only their natures, But to the nature of that which proceeds forth from it: Impermanence, dissatisfaction,…

[2 October 2019] A craving for something more, a hunger for beauty (consume or be consumed), a denial of transience, pinning down the ephemeral, a growing restlessness, quiet through the night, an note elongated a moment too long (I heard it once, long ago), a drop in pitch, wavering, dissonant, suspended, leading to a change…

The first of autumn A flower Violet bloom in the crack in the wall My breath clouds white and fades away — This post was reblogged at Time’s Scythe with William Borix

[27 September 2019] Refracting, it bends, goes Forth, goes itself, passing Between window pane and wine Glass and the leaves of the aspen tree Outside your room. It filters White and green and yellow and gold. It settles in the hollows, in the quiet Places, the dewdrops at dawn. It callsForth their inner natures, filling…