“The wrong end of the long telescope of Time”

Humming-BirdI can imagine, in some otherworldPrimeval-dumb, far backIn that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,Humming-birds raced down the avenues. Before anything had a soul,While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,This little bit chipped off in brillianceAnd went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems. I believe there were no flowers then,InContinue reading ““The wrong end of the long telescope of Time””

“Washing away all the lines”

If only we could enjoy the beauty of the earth, land and ocean, without borders. These manmade lines somehow demarcate what is home and what is foreign. I love Luci Shaw’s poem Cosmos which dreams of a seamless world and imagines the rain washing away all the lines we have drawn and redrawn over theContinue reading ““Washing away all the lines””