Deep Roots Movement

I’m sure there are plenty of confident scholarly answers that I can’t fathom, but brutal self honesty and a thirst to drown in the depths of devotion seems the safest approach to the goal either way, wherever a soul goes and whatever it might be.   Today that’s my answer to almost anything. I lost my…

I’m always spilling my cups on the carpet. The old lady yells at me sometimes. Its hard to clean with just this dusty rag. I try.   Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Have you ever loved someone who has forgotten they have a blissborne heart?   Sit with me on the edge of this beautiful abyss, before we are forced to depart.   Copyright © All Rights Reserved

She is a walking open wound, a portal to older realms where poet philosophers man the healm.   She is a broken bough, an open bow, a courtsey to unseen couriers long off stage right.   It is 3 hours plus into the longest night. I stare at a starlight sky and inhale saline while…

I hear clanging, sparks fly, singes, steam. Hammers and anvil sing. The summer night air hangs heavy. The man sweats and stays focused. It must be ready by morning. Where is my helper!   Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Where’d that cup come from? It’s still the middle of the day. I don’t mind. I planned to stumble to the store from here anyway. The old lady had a younger voice in that timeline. Did you ever get lost in an epic poem? Pass me my candle.   Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Sometimes I think we forget on purpose, just so we can better remember again. After a long winter, we pack our favorite blankets away for light summer sheets. It’s only when the thermometer drops and the winds won’t stop that we grab that bundle of comfort from the back of the closet and smile in our…