Current Events, Past Lives and Revolution

"I love to sleep with the windows open," she says, and her voice echos softly through the grass and the wind and the world She lays her head down on a pillow of thousands of years. Her experience integrates. Her lives mellow out all the lines of her soul. She can coil around herself with …

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When Comes the Frost

Against the threat or thrill of frost The crickets trill their last songs They carry on Through the hours of night, stretching their limits, that they may for one more day witness the dawn. This is important- they sing. Β They sing until death freezes them back into the slow earth. Β They sing as if it …