Category Archives: Philosophical
Yeats Via Kilmer
“I think it was Yeats who said… You see a tree, and you observe a truth about the tree. And you’re hit with it. The magic of the tree. It’s a spiritual thing. Beyond the physical life form of the … Continue reading
The One Who Carries the Knife
“God guard me from those thoughts men think in the mind alone.” -William Butler Yeats
“Between the Hours” Now Available for Purchase
Although I’ve recently begun to post again on Flowerwatch, I had stopped regularly putting up new content some time ago as I was preparing everything for publication in book form — I happen to be one who prefers to hold … Continue reading
Emerson on Strength
The good are befriended even by weakness and defect. As no man had ever a point of pride that was not injurious to him, so no man had ever a defect that was not somewhere made useful to him. The … Continue reading
Balm and Majesty
There was nearby, along a stream, the hacked trunk of a young tree. The rest of it lay where it was cast, in the ditch below. Knowing the neighborhood and those who frequented the path on which this tree once … Continue reading
Human Potential
Something worth remembering in an age if nihilism, angst, and turmoil, is the potential of the individual. It’s only that which attracts and draws the wisdom of the ages and becomes the rich soil for its propagation and perpetuation. … Continue reading
Reason’s Scope and the Great Unseen
The following is a contemplation on something I’ve come to appreciate after some years on a spiritual path. I began as a philosophy student in college and studied for years, seeking to sift the nuggets of truth from the vast … Continue reading
The Source
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi
A Stroll in a Wintry Woods: Back-Story of a Gathered Rain Prose Poem
Many years ago, when I was in college, I took several months off, to take a break, to regather my focus and determination, to get better acquainted with my own motivations and inherent direction. It feels like another lifetime really, … Continue reading
Some Notes Near the End of Summer
The dragonflies of Lughnasadh have passed again into the fading pages of the summer’s Book of Guests. The door to the invisible temple of the summer sun is drawing closed, as the red-robed monks usher us lay visitors outward onto … Continue reading
Lughnasadh Draws Nigh
I’ve noticed lately the influences of the approaching cross-quarter “season” of Lughnasadh. The sun has fallen lower in the sky (it’s down to a declination of around 18 degrees now, 5 degrees lower than at summer solstice); the air is … Continue reading
While Reading about the Picts (or Pechts)
The body is from the earth and inherits a physical culture, not so for the soul. Studying genealogy or cultural history is like looking for life in a graveyard. The things of note in such places are those which live, … Continue reading
Solstice Persimmons
Persimmons glow against the sky out in the orchard. A few days ago I picked some that were ready in a strong windstorm and streaming wintry rain. The persimmons seemed to laugh joyfully as the cold rivulets of water ran … Continue reading