Tag Archives: Wild Words

CRAZY WISDOM

Someone is singing up in a tree. It‘s the crazy minstrel of God. Only birds are listening. Flowers fall from a wild tongue; oils run out of fingers to sooth a wounded body. Somebody is howling his pain to the … Continue reading

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RESURRECTION DAY

Mr. Everybody-nobody: a note, a scribe, a circle in your inbox, please rectify, subscribe, no mollify your superior immediately. Something happened last night, between the ball game and the tenth commercial. A shudder on the floor; a flutter at the … Continue reading

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THE SHINE

There is a body within our bodies that has not been twisted, torn or trammeled, troubled or tantalized, but remains innocent. This body knows silence as a bird knows song, as a horse the smell of water, a bear the … Continue reading

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I LOVE SINGING TO BIRDS

I love singing to birds and setting them free. I knew a woman who came to me once in the shape of a seagull. She could soar over the waves and pluck a silver fish right out of the foam. … Continue reading

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THE TIME HAS COME

They are coming now in robes and rags, with coral colored ribbons, gold sashes, and muddy feet. Some of them have hair the color of straw; some, the color of wood, and others none at all. I’ve seen a beautiful … Continue reading

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TO CRUEL, ASTONISHING NATURE ALONE

Nature alone, apart from the Great Love, is not kind. She can be abundant… of this there is no doubt. I presently live amongst her ample bounty here in Greece where pears are dropping off trees onto the stone streets, … Continue reading

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URI’S BLESSING

November 5, 2009, Blagoevgrad, Bugaria I had just lost a lot of cracked corn to my landlord, because it is normal to take what you can from any pancaked drifter, and not to think of another, but smother them with … Continue reading

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