Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The Gospel of the Great Blue Heron

Ever since I was a little boy I loved the golden light. I looked for maps in yellowing books searching for its source. O it was causing me to carve strange words in fits of lines and chaos!

I found myself within the great gorge of the dead when it dawned on me the source was in myself. And then my love approached in prehistoric visions of a great blue heron.

I embraced her ancient song of crystal evolution and she embraced my life of being here and in a sudden golden flash we disappeared like western pathfinders returning to their sea.


  1. the song as it sings itself in the being here.....so beautifully!

    1. thank you! your comment means a lot. i am in the birth throes of a new writing project. and this is one of the first attempts.