Monday, October 6, 2014


"Unknowing" photo by Steven Federle

“The most excellent way of contemplation is to ascend by unknowing…as Moses was led into darkness.” Thomas Merton

Dry October hills -
life fulfilled. and dying. See how the ridge cuts the sunset, draws a thin edge of blood. In the valley of man red lights throb. Leaves fall, unknowing.

1 comment:

  1. My take on this one: You describe something I can relate to, here, something I try for in my poetry, sometimes. That is the persistence of the immutable in the face of man's self-important ephemera.