Miles from anywhere relevant
I awoke early this morning to a light rain, here in the suburbs, where a nameless army of self-important people
I awoke early this morning to a light rain, here in the suburbs, where a nameless army of self-important people
“God is a word, a word unspoken.” – Meister Eckhart How I tried to plan and to pound the ineffable,
And straightway Feral Jesus entered an abandoned house in the middle of the city and met with his fellow conventiclers.
Be sure of this. Seeking the feraldom of God will lose you friends and family. Generally declare civilization wicked, and
You will not find the feraldom of God entrenched in one location for long. Like the spirit that is its
The song of original wildness is drowned out By the steady hum of rubber on pavement, piston rods pounding, armies
I sauntered today. Saunter. Saint Terre. Holy Land-ering. Walking as sacrament. I pulled a spotted apple off a low-hanging branch.