After having stacked the cord the day before.
Cushman Brook, early October.
The language of oujr hands.
Thistle seed starring the air.
Shine of oak-planked floor.
Crushed velvet cranberry gown.
Ribbons. 00 The energy level.
From "Love, not a commandment, but spontaneous soul movement of the inner self", Pathwork Guide lecture 133, a found poem.
Last night I dreamt I spoke with angels.
Another poem about the moon.
