Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Sunday, April 26, 2015

After the Storm

by Kat Comer

After the storm
cool rivers run untamed
through quiet hills
still half concealed in shadow.

Crushed grasses lie
like matted silk
in tufts along the swollen banks

where hidden fishes ring
shimmering to view
in metallic arabesques.

After the storm
valley lakes
mirror clouds
passing swiftly overhead.

The trees are moist
and soaked with light.
The air is sweet and flushed
from rain.

And the sun is washed new
against the sky.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Friday, April 17, 2015


by Basho

Clouds come from time to time - 
     and bring to men a chance to rest
          from looking at the moon.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Saturday, April 11, 2015


by Peter Mitchell
Originally published on fragments of a scroll from the future

flowing living water
flowing divine love
in every liminal space
I am the flow
I am that

Sunday, April 5, 2015

The Garden of Love

by William Blake
From Song of Innocence and of Experience

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And Thou shalt not. write over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

Thursday, April 2, 2015