The Season of the Witch and the Spectral Lens

The Dying Sun

(my late afternoon impression)

The light leaks through folds of gauze,

as spreading pools bleed into the shadowed grass.

The moon prepares to cast her winding sheet.


Lady in the water- a haunting piece by James N. Howard


The Lodge at the top of Bear Mountain

down by the lake of dreams

down by the lake of dreams

This is love:

to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First to let go of life.

Finally, to take a step without feet.- Rumi


take your seat upon the thousand petals of the lotus – Rumi