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The modern poet works under the assumption that everyone before him has missed the mark, at least by a little. Nonetheless, he is content, time and again, to say of his own work, “This is close enough.” copyright 2014
Late Night Sleepless at one-thirty I rise and open a window for a draught of real air. It is silent outside, I’ve outlasted even the crickets and cicadas. Street lamps, one near and one far make crosses of light … Continue reading
The mystic, having once seen the truth, is patient and brave. For him, there is no worship of counterfeit gold and no fear of counterfeit power.
The people who first lived in this house were aristocrats. Even their women were college educated and this in a day when girls around here got married and that was it. I remember hearing my uncle talk about them. He … Continue reading
A memoir: a prose poem It is always August. There was something in those thirty days under the Dog Star that seemed permanent and everlasting. The weeks in June and July had been long enough to dim the memory of … Continue reading
A mystic is not first concerned with his own authority or credit. He is convinced that his power is all gift. He does not dwell on and may forget his status, even in the moment that he speaks.
A mystic knows not only that there is more to the story, he also understands that there is a moral to the story.
A mystic is not cynical, but is not reluctant to believe that conventional wisdom may be wrong.
To be a mystic is to believe that there is a purpose in circumstances.
To be a mystic means at least this: that one has spent decades relinquishing conventional hand and footholds and admitting how much he does not know.