This is the realm of the passing away. All that
exists does not for long.
Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding
toward the edge of eternity.
Form arises from formlessness and passes back,
arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between
creation and destruction.
We are born passing away.
Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.
Earthworms eat what remains.
We sing not for that which dies but for that which
A Sign of Our Times or How the Black Madonna Is Shaking Us Up for the Twenty-First Century
The seed of life is within us all, our dance here is mundane, strange and wonderful.
Sea Stars is the musical collaboration of Kurt Baumann and Katie Gray.
What if you thought of it as the Jews consider the Sabbath—the most sacred of times?
“Some of his poems are as if he’s consoling God for what’s happened to his creation”
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