Lady’s-Slipper Orchid - by
Though I know well enough
/ To hunt the Lady’s Slipper now
/ Is playing blindman’s-buff,
/ For it was June She put it on
/ And grey…
the subliminal
The Messengers - by
Arriving late sometimes and never
/ Quite expected, still they come,
/ Bringing a folded meaning home
/ Between the lines, inside the letter.
/
/ As a scarecrow…
Being and Time - by
There are times when I think
of the knowledge we had as children…
An Essay Concerning Light - by
O nobly-born, listen. Now thou art experiencing the Radiance of the Clear Light of Pure Reality.
/ Recognize it. O nobly-born,…