Humankind… The Tool Maker
“My guess is it probably started somewhere between twenty-five and seventy-five thousand years ago, when Homo Neanderthal was gradually being …
Category Archives: Shaman/Poet
A Mask Of God
“Symbols hold the mind to truth but are not themselves truth, hence it is delusory to borrow them. Each civilization, …
A Poets Line
No, not what passes for poetry these days. Satire, lamentation, misty longing, erotic yearning, or even fleeting exuberance, verbose and …
Mead Of The Muse
“Will you be as gods? Gaze in your omphalos.”—Stephen Dedalus, A.K.A. James Joyce, Ulysses No long winded disquisition here. …
Words Flowering From A Quiet Place
Quiet words issuing from a quiet place So quiet and still They cannot be heard Except By the quietest hearts …
Jottings…From The Foot Of The Mountain
“The art required is to make sounds, words, and forms, whether of base or of noble provenance, open out in …
Playing With The Dance Of Life
We humans are a muddle headed, tragi-joyous melange, ever seemingly lost and only now and then touching the divine, that …
Playing My Magic Flute
*** Sitting here at the kitchen table, cast propped on a chair and tea at my elbow, pondering the interconnectedness …
A Knight’s Tale…Revisited
I don’t get many hits. When I first launched this humble site I mistakenly thought hits mattered. They don’t. At …
Learning To Walk
“Nor can a mind that is filled with knowledge perceive what truth is; only a mind that is completely capable …
Omphalos Cafe 