Living

My family is not my own My ancestry is not one to be carried with pride Land, I have none I see nothing but one But am constantly reminded of the many Take what you wish my brothers and sisters For this world is not one of my creation My greed will not cage you…

Nothingness

I love the feeling I get when my fingers stroke your keys I love the sounds that you make in the soft winters’ breeze Sing for me my darling and I will play for you A melody so soft and sweet to match your vibrant hue Together we will whirl and swirl into morning hours…

Wendell Berry

“What if, in the high, restful sanctuary That keeps the memory of Paradise, We’re followed by the drone of history And greed’s poisonous fumes still burn our eyes? Disharmony calls us to our work. From Heavenly work of light and wind and leaf We must turn back into the peopled dark Of our unraveling century,…