when the world is inanimate
when our hearts don't connect
its deep ecology that we need
deep soul, oinment
for a world gone awry
anima mundi, the world alive

tension
between myself and my angel
he lies so deep within
i experience him as a force
without
but the gifts he brings
gifts of the soul
laced with imagination
and divine grace

the nymph
natural and true
becomes witch
when nature is seen
in dead objectivity

"I am certain of nothing
but the holiness of the heart's affections
and the truth of the imagination" (John Keats)

a fearlessness emerges
arising from the realization
there is something omnipresent
in the world...

the divine madness
of love
is an opening
into the eternal
a door that opens out
from human reason to divine mystery
shaking tranquility

soul making is like
playing in the mud
Adam
was a mud-man
patty-cake, patty-cake...

soul enters life from below
thru the cracks
an opening
where life breaks down

in the shadow
lies the salvation
reclamation
of what has been lost

in deviations from the norm
is soul disclosed
looking at what we reject
we begin to heal

the cure for an ailing soul
take back
what you have disowned

our society has the plague
loss of soul
in a deep split
and we can't think ourselves out
somewhere
between understanding and unconsciousness
lies the soul
its nothing like ego
but closely connected to fate
soul is what we are
but beyond our capacity to devise or control
the nurturance of soul
calls forth the mysteries of life
encouraging life to blossom
according to its own unpredictable beauty

things left unspoken
unsaid
if they be of love
cause the universe
to skip a beat
errupt, corrupt
so
every chance you get
whisper softly
"I love you"

the twilight hours
usually
such a delight
wolves
dance and howl
something sacred...
middle of the nite

if its fire and brimestone
we want
then open the gates of hell
freely
the demon swells and rolls