Carnavalesque
It is beautiful to acquire skill – through meditation, through prayer or patience – to simply live with emptiness when it arrives.
Author Archives: Mark
Crows
Between the hills and the channel, the crows flew into the cornfields as they had two hundred years before.
Respuesta al tiempo
The day begins
with sweet night’s
memories
Declaração de amor
… this language is outside the cube of space
Canción de la soledad
Casi no hay quién pasa por áqui // en el sábado solitario // sábado de las ausencias
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Almost no one passes here // through this Saturday solitude // Saturday of absences
We Don’t Run
There was fear in his voice, acidic, and with it immediate anger.
Wildlife News (page two)
The plot thickens! And the butler may have done it, after all…
The Standing Desk [β] – Day 40
Forty days of rain, forty years in the wilderness, forty days on the mountain; forty years old, forty sons, forty cubits, forty baths, forty days’ fast.
every meal weaves miracle
Every meal weaves Miracle;
water, sun and soil are its threads.
Earth to earth
I haven’t built a house, or surveyed for a map, or planted a garden. But by listening listening listening I’ve followed the sprite of movement.
Wildlife News
… in the stillness that followed there was a loud humming of wild bees that wouldn’t let the song fade.
The Lights Go Down in the Forest
There was only one thing made a sound like that, and it was death.