A Fish Tale

Morgan and I are doing great and we do like living here. So does Barney. Right now it is hot around 100 the last couple of days. It amazes me that just 45 minutes away at the coast it is in the 60's and it is 100 here! There is a lot to do here. For Memorial Day we decided that we were going deep sea fishing from the Monterey Bay. We had to get up at 4 something in the morning and drove the hour to Monterey. We paid for the boat and got our beat up rods and fishing licenses. We both were excited to be out on the ocean pulling in cod fish over and over as the sea breeze kissed our faces.

I had coffee in hand of course and we packed a cooler since we knew we were going to be out there for 5 or more hours. It was chilly and there was a deep thick fog floating all around us calling for us to go find the fish. We were some of the first to hit the boat so we claimed our territory met a few of the other "regulars" on the Monterey Star (the boats name) and chattered away sipping coffee waiting for everyone to get on board. I was singing the theme to Gilligan's Island as we set up our poles, laughing with excitement about our great adventure on the Pacific.

Morgan warned me to hit the head before we took off but I did not have to go so I just sipped away at the coffee wondering when we were going to take off. Slowly the boat filled up, old men weathered by years of the salt air climbed over the edge of the boat followed by fathers with excited boys and 20 somethings that heard the call of adventure right behind. Finally we took off with the cold salt air in our face and eyes on the horizon to make sure we did not get sea sick.The boat hit a good speed as we raced over the wave tops, as I stood up making people laugh, as I pretended to be one of the crab fishermen fighting the waves from the show The Deadliest Catch.

Morgan had gotten our lines ready and I watched the ends of the well used poles bob with the waves. The coastline passed us by, as we spied sandy beaches turn into craggy cliff sides that soared into the forest covered mountains of Big Sur. It was cold with the wind in our face but worth the chill to see the coastline from this point.

Suddenly, I had to go to the bathroom, Morgan shook his head as I made my way to the cabin and stood in line for the loo. I had to stand inside the cabin for 5 minutes with the stench of the loo seeping beneath the door. I leaned against the wall and felt the flood of illness come to the top of my throat. I told myself that this was not going to happen and took a deep breath of the dirty air as I tumbled into the small stinking toilet stall. Sitting on the nasty little throne, I realized that my coffee was going to come up and I could not reach the little sink while the other end sprayed the natural body liquids from my backside. I shook my head and gritted my teeth as I said YOU ARE NOT SICK, finishing up and throwing my body out of the toilet just as the boat surged over a good size wave.

I returned to Morgan who saw the green gills and started to laugh, while giving me a worried look. I stared hard at the land focusing on the coastline for the next hour as the boat surged up and down the Pacific body. A small girl suddenly ran out of the cabin and started to hurl her breakfast over the edge just a few feet from me. I thought that was it, but I focused hard on the land and prayed for the little one. It was a long ride in the fog and suddenly the Captain said he found the fish!!

All I could think of was Yay! When we stop I will be all right! I grabbed onto my pole with excitement, praying for the big fish and a calm stomach. There was around 60 people on the boat and you could feel the excitement running through everyone because we were guaranteed to catch some fish. The boat slowed and we all stood, looking around I could see that I was not the only one who felt green around the gills. Stopping around 50 miles out to sea, the Captain said "GO Fish!" and we all threw our lines down into the green blue waters.

I stood at the side without my pole looking desperately for land, it seems that my stomach did not want to stop with the boat and I knew it was only time for me to start tossing my cookies to the sharks. I closed my eyes and sat down breathing and talking to myself. Just then this oriental young woman who I had been watching earlier as she stood in the sea winds like the starlet of Titanic, ran in front of me and started to pour her guts into the waters. That was all I could take as I joined her side by side we blew our chow into the great blue sea. As we tossed our shame into the wind, I realized that we had a bond in that moment, that soon many others would be sharing. After we were done, we laughed and felt better for a little while. Morgan was pulling up fish left and right. The older salty dog next to me was very blessed with some huge orange cods that stared up at me from the ship's deck mimicking me gulping the air.

I caught two fish with my first reel down, pulling them up I felt the waves take over again and I looked desperately at Morgan. Reading my mind he grabbed my pole as I once again began to pray to Neptune. This became the story of my fishing experience. I retched so hard for the next two hours that the world spun and I began to faint. As the dry heaves took, over my ass decided that I was going to become a musical instrument and the farting accompanied the retching. I was right next to strangers and I did not care. All I wanted to do was live through this fishing drama!! My retching got louder along with my farts and suddenly I looked up and saw that at least 40 of the 60 people on board were all throwing up with me. I of course had to be the loudest. Finally, I could breathe. I looked at everyone as said "Can you believe we paid to PUKE!" My little oriental friend said "Yeah we paid a ton of money to do this." I started to puke again and laughed.

We continued this way for the next two hours. I did get to pull in two more fish, but Morgan just amazed me. He pulled in fish after fish, threw them down on the deck, leaned over blew his guts into the ocean and tossed the line back in to catch some more.

Somewhere between almost fainting the third or fourth time after we stopped three times to fish, I began to laugh hysterically. I was past any reason. By the time the Captain said we were going back in, everyone one board had prayed to the Gods of the Sea and I was weak and could not move. I floated to another land, and began to meditate and circle breathe. I did not realize that while I was breathing and my chanting was more like a whine that repeated itself over and over.

Isolating myself from the others on board, I had lost all caring how I was viewed. I whimpered to God and moaned into the wind. This worked for a little while, but then the fish began to laugh at me as I threw myself to the railing and gave up. Surrender had come! I hung over the side with the waves splashing at me and my ass singing away with the rhythm of my dry heaves. I opened my eyes and saw a dorsal fin in the distance. My big chance to see a whale and I was floating in and out of consciousness!

We finally got back to land and I kissed the ground as we all laughed grateful to be alive. I stood on the ground and my legs went under me and now I was land sick!!! Morgan could not help but laugh because I of course made it into a dramatic experience. It felt as if the cooler weighed a thousand pounds, filled with all the food and drink that we could not even image touching while aboard the Monterey Star.

At the moment we have a freezer full of cod that I can hardly think about eating with out the heaving starting all over again. I watch the Deadliest Catch now and have a new found respect for those men who brave the seas to fill our bellies. Morgan has informed me that my sailor days are done, he will not subject me or himself having to watch my performance, to the Pacific Fishing experience ever again.

I did get 4 fish and saw a whale fin. Just as we reached the bay I felt the sun peak out and warm my face. I have a new found respect for those who make their living on the sea. While also feeling extremely grateful for my small cubicle that over looks the hills of Milpitas. They say cod are not the most intelligent fish, I have to say, that they were smarter than me that day. I can still hear their laughter floating from the freezer and I wonder, who really had the last laugh? Fish or foe, I do not know, all I can say is I am happy to be a landlubber!So that was my fishing experience. Hope you all had a good laugh like we did.

Gray Sierra

Morning Walks

I sat at the computer trying like hell to make sense out of a poem I wrote that has so much to say but not in the way that I wrote it. I sat and stared as the time clicked on the clock suddenly realizing that I had a set of eyes staring at me through my back. My dog Barney was patiently waiting for me to cut my obessive tie to the poem and take him on his walk. Feeling guilty I turned and kissed his head whispering to him "It's time."

Chaos came to the front with a flurry of noise and hyper activity spinning through the room. With grand excitement he barked and told me he had waited to long and now was the time for our daily jaunt. "I know I know hold on" I chanted over and over in reply to his demand as I ran around finding his leash, my sweatshirt and today I felt the need to listen to some healing lectures, grabbing the disc player I am finally ready. All together now looking like hell I laughed as we tripped over the Woo my tiger cat who thinks he needs to walk with us. We stumble out the door and off we go...

It has been six weeks since we moved to Nevada. I love this land with all its mountains and valleys that call for one to join the day. Barney tugged at his leash pulling me towards his favorite marking spots making sure everyone knew that he was the 7 lb king of the road. I laugh as I realize that this is the first cold gray day that we have witnessed on our daily walks. Six weeks we have been blessed with sun and blue skies that could only bring delight to the most depressed person. I have been homesick for New England as of late. I want to hear the trees scream at me with orange, red, yellow and browns all the time reminding me that there was a time in history that I heard them without having to be screamed at.
Barney walks with a brisk beat to his stroll, stopping, smelling and finally looking back at me just to make sure I was doing well. I take the hint and skip like a child besides him, stopping when he halts and taking a deep breath with him. Fall comes rushing into my lungs filling me with all that I am missing. It is as if the plant life of the valley give off their own perfume that we only have to stop and take the time to enjoy. The dry, cold and peaceful fragrance dancing within my nostrils.... calling me home.

We live here in America running from home to job to shopping to home to eat to the gym to pick up the kids to etc....Always on the fast track we forget to take time and breath deep. I miss the feeling of being centered. Fall was the time of year that I buried deep within the colors of nature and myself learning how to be me and leave behind to woman who rushed around in the world. It took a small dog to remind me that I did not leave that centered woman on the hillside of her backyard in Massachusetts. She was here with him if only she listened to the simple calling of the trees that lined the Sierras that cradled her valley. The gray skies are thick and layered dusting the top of the mountains with a tinge of snow. Over my head I see a V of geese heading south to warm their hollow bones. Gratitude for the depth of gray and the crisp fragrance floats through my soul as I remember who and what I am.

Fall is harvest time. I look down at Barney as we trot along the road stopping smelling and marking our place in this world. Harvested within the gray of the morning I feel comforted in the fact that I can chose to have this day again whenever I want. I just have to listen to Barney and take a jaunt in his world....Listening to the calm voice whispering from the headphones, I realize that my poem was of the past running backwards without reason. If we live in the past we can not settle into the harvesting grays of today. Maybe I will rewrite that poem, maybe not... we will see what the morning brings....
Du Lac

Bryce Hoodoos

 

Shekinah Rising

Lost within the umbra of
red spires rising to the sky
her soul hidden amongst the hoodoos.

Frozen in time, no present nor past,
an ecliptical spiral
Shekinah waits for the awakening.

She slumbers amongst the sentries,
as her moans ride the night winds.
A message to those who have ears
to pull back the veil of mystery.

I stand within the hoodoos embrace,
merged with frost wedged spirits,
my premunbral soul
riven by the fangs of serpentine dreams.

Shekinah calls.

Viridian streams 

Viridian Streams

Valid I exist lost in time, smooth tryst
with a moment
Tranquil bosky mind, thoughts falling
into yesterday
Elicit treasures of the past fade, I float
in viridian streams
Whimsical dreams now a reality, mossy soak
in-between
Thick gray silence, drowning
self-doubt fired fears
Malachite notes of cricket song, devouring my
memento mori

Dlt © August 21 2005 all rights reserved

Shattering the Illusion

Shattering the Illusion

The sun has been playing a childhood game of hide and seek on these hot muggy and smothering July days. These are heavy gray days when the water lives and moves within the air so thickly that you pray for the sun to come out so it will evaporate away and give you some relief. July weather like this attacks not only your physical being but zaps the strength you stored up in your mental and spiritual self. So I sit here on one of these days and write hoping that my head will stop spinning and once the words are out I can sleep.

Life has not been easy the last couple of weeks. I need to say though, it has been rewarding in senses that others would not value. Some would think me a fool for how I have reacted during this trying time. Many see security only in what lies before them, what they can touch, taste, feel. I stand now at the bottom of my deep lake watching the sun continue its childish game, my financial waters evaporating when the sun’s heat pours down around me. At the same time I am being graced with ethereal cooling waters of faith that allow me to float and open my eyes to my faults and strengths.

I am totally amazed at what I have faced but still I do not spiral into a fog of depression and hopelessness. This is highly unusual for me, astonishing is that just the reverse has happened. Hope, love and understanding have come to reign as faith deepens. Somewhere from deep inside of me there is a calm cool river of strength that continuously feeds my deep lake of life. I ask myself what has changed? Where did this come from? The only answer is from loving Morgan. This man has opened my heart, mind and soul so that I can strive to be more than even I can realize.

I find it interesting that so many have sought the fountain of youth through out time. Fountain of youth, Holy Grail so many different names for something everyone thinks is mysterious, physical and lost. I have learned that it is only one of these mysterious until you realize that it is neither physical nor lost, it is close and intimate. Love is this fountain grail that is held deep within us if only we stop running and sit in the truth of mindlessness. Once you come to know this shatter the illusion of physicality and step through the wall of fear you sip daily from that spring that feeds easily, a fountain of youth to restore your soul.

Where do I start? Two weeks ago I had 2 jobs that paid my bills, I was starting to get ahead on my past debt, it was summer my favorite time of year, I was getting healthy again, and a dream of a loving exciting future with the love of my life. That is all gone now within 48 hours the illusion of joy shattered into tiny pieces leaving me standing there with a choice to make. Live or die? Which is it Denise? I choose to live.

My friends whom I love dearly had left managing the restaurant I was working at. All chaos started and of course Denise felt that she had to save everyone. I said that it was for the greater good but in the end I realized it also had conditions of improving my life for me. Now I learned that there are two levels of selfishness. The first is when your ego plays into the game and is feed even when you deny that your actions are ego base. The second is soul selfishness and lacks ego. When you have no expectations and take action from a pure motive. I did not do this. In the end I learned a great lesson. The management wanted me to run the place for no pay using me and dishonoring me. My experience in the past is to be fearful and bend to this because I need the money. This time I did not I stood up for myself, I saw the negative in this situation and left. I grabbed onto the coat tails of faith and shouted ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. A strong lesson here is if I am not taking action in accordance to my words then I am not loving nor honoring who I am. Others sense this and they will not honor, respect or love you. You get what you put out there. I realized it was time to walk the talk.

Ego will kill us. There comes a time in all our lives that we will know when to cut our ties with all that ego is laced within. The Higher Power will tell you in so many ways, insomnia, too much eating, not eating, a nagging at the bottom of your soul that just will not go away. Some of us turn it off by numbing it with an addiction, running away or killing our emotions. We wish it away and it fades into the past only to reemerge in a new form. If we do not take action, embrace and learn the lesson when it is placed before us, then we once again will be brought back to the starting block and recycling through the experience over and over again until finally we surrender and scream ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! In that moment all is clear, we feel the spring come to life and a strength that we never felt before surges forth. Faith comes to life.

When this happens we see the answer of love not rage, anger and denial. We realize that we are powerless until we surrender. In surrendering we are empowered. This goes against every lesson we have learned in the mortal material world. It is a hard lesson to embrace and many never do. They will continue cycling the same lessons over and over never seeing the truth of what is placed before them. Instead they live lives of pain; destruction and continual cycling blame that breeds ignorance and hopelessness. I do not want this for my life.

So now you ask how does Morgan play into all of this? This man loved me when I could not love myself. He saw the perfection of what I can be and loved me for it. Sadly though with this perfection he saw it developed expectations of me on a time schedule. I disappointed him in not being all I can be fast and on schedule. The weekend before my job was happily thrown out the window he left me a voicemail saying he could not give me what I dreamed of in life. That he lied to me and dishonored me by not telling me the complete truth of his life. As a result he took it upon himself to end things leaving me powerless in the decision. I did not react in my usual way, spinning off into an emotional mudslide and wallowing in the thick mud of self pity. I remember grabbing onto some wise words from a tape of Faith I had played over and over in my car. They said: Someone else has been dumped, lost a job, faced hopelessness. That someone else survived and so will I. In that second, I had found the foundation of faith.

I would be dishonest if I said I did not want to beat the hell out of this man. Nor will I deny crying from the depths of my soul. Happily these times did not last long although they felt like eternity. I grew, instead I felt an overwhelming understanding of love. I had no way of contacting him, not knowing where his phoneless, computerless cabin in the middle of the woods of Alaska was. I had no way of reaching him he had all the control in the matter, I was truly powerless in this situation. When I calmed down I realized in the end, I loved him dearly and could not judge him for what he had done. I had the same ability living within me to do such a thing. I had a choice again, live or die. I choose live and love.

I researched like crazy, wrote chapters of the book we were writing together. Used my mind to understand what had happened to us. My mind brought many wonderful answers but it was not until I searched my soul and listened to what I felt that I was empowered. I wrote pleading emails at this time for him to give up everything and just come to me. Come home now. This I know was not the answer. Another condition I was placing on our love. Again I was trying to save him to save myself. I knew that he was helping my soul grow in leaps and bounds but I also knew that he was my twin flame and I do not want to live without him. I wanted him with me. I realized I was powerless in this choice and all I could do was love him unconditionally, good, bad, soul sick or strong. No expectations of marriage, no pressure just the chance to discover all that we can be for the time we have. Still he did not hear me. I realized I had to just take care of myself that was all I could do.

Now it would be beautiful to say that we worked it all out and life was joyous. That dream my friend is an illusion. Yes, we can have true blissful moments of living, but until we fully experience the cycle of pain and joy, embrace the lesson, we do not know what love and living is all about. I take pride that I did not roll up and deny life, kill myself or go insane. My choice to survive was not based on getting him back, or for my family, rather it was for me. Love thy self first so you can love others.

I remembered that Morgan had loved me when I could not love myself. He now set me free from the cycle of self loathing and allowed me to see a deeper lesson of forgiveness. Although this was the most painful experience of my life I continued and my soul filled with light. He allowed me to see the empowerment of love of self therefore leave that job that would have raped my soul. I walked through the fear of material worthlessness that kept me separate from my true self. I could not have done this with out the love of this man. My twin flame a different unique form of rescuer. He now tells me stands on that same plain that of self loathing and lack of love for self. How could I turn my back and run when he had given me that same gift. I had to do it not for him but for me. So I send unconditional love now freely hoping it helps him on his journey.

I laugh now because I totally realize that I am not a spiritual diva that walks on water but if I keep learning maybe just maybe I will get there. That is heaven and right now I do not want heaven I want the joys of living here on this earth and all the lessons it has to teach me, painful and joyful.

Morgan stays separate from me in so many ways. We still email but he only tells me what he can, no explanations and can not tell me he loves me. He only hints at togetherness and love like the carrot before the donkey. I fight this daily because I know I can not make him love me, heal him nor can I make him stop putting conditions on my love for him. He still needs for me to be healthy or something for him to be with me. Conditions and limitations, partners of ego, that which kills.

When I thought of this I came to my next lesson. If I could forgive Morgan and his abandonment of me, truly still love him unconditionally, then why did I still hate my father who did the same thing to me? It came to me then that I do not hate my father rather I love him and always did. I was immediately taken back to when I was 9 years old and the last time I saw my father. I had to be coaxed to sit on his lap while he cried because he realized that his controlling ways of conditional love and anger was making him lose his family. He had whispered to me “NO ONE WILL LOVE YOU.” I had always taken this personally. It haunted me through my dreams, relationships and daily living. I tried my best to ignore that single sentence but it eroded my soul until I was only a dead shell of a person. I realized at this moment that I had to take myself out of the equation. What if my father was not speaking about me but rather himself? A great wave of pain and regret washed over me as I saw things so clearly for the first time. If this was true how could I hate this man so torn up and fear riddled? I could only love him and forgive. I regret to say that I will never be able to tell him face to face because he died last November.

We in wasted so many years and I realized that this was happening again with Morgan and myself. Did I want to relive this again or had I learned my lesson? I thought about my father and his 28 year relationship with Cheryl. When I was a child and my father lived with us he was an angry, bitter, cruel man who showed love with his cutting tongue and a flash of a fist or belt. Cheryl loved my father unconditionally and that had changed him. Sadly he was forever victim to his fears regarding his children but I felt a great peace because I knew he felt and experienced divine love. I was not kind to my Aunt and Cheryl because I took it personally how they handled his will. I never wanted a cent I only wanted the WHY from him. Now I know, he did not have faith enough to break through the walls of fear that both of us had put up through out the years. Time passes and the wall get thicker as love fades if it is not touched. We both buried our love, lost in the conditions and expectations of what should and should not be done. Ego will kill. I see it all so clearly now. I thank Cheryl for loving him when he could not love himself. I was wrong in my judgement and understanding of why she was with him. I felt the same way in my heart for Morgan. I understood now what a gift she had given him.
While I will never hear my father tell me he that loves me, nor will I hear the why from his lips I received the answer from a higher plane. I learned my lesson that he loved me the best he could and I had to accept that. I also had to accept that I loved him the best I could. The sadness comes from learning that lesson too late. I embrace that lesson now and pray that I do not have to relive this again. I let Morgan go now for that is what I must do. I will always be here for him in unconditional love. I hope that we do not make the same mistake my father and I did but all I can do is love and have faith while always letting him know I am here. I hurt greatly, but I fight daily by writing and learning more in this life. I pray for our love and will take care of myself so I can be the woman I am meant to be. I may never know his touch again and this kills me but I am powerless in that destiny. I have faith that the gray skies will part and feel the sun of his love on my soul again. Then we both can swim in the Fountain of Youth. He found me 6 months ago yesterday and I am grateful he did. I tell him this now. Morgan I love you, thank you for the best 6 months of my life, I would not change a thing.

All my love
Den

Living the shooting star..... 

Living the Shooting Star

A marvelous mystery streaking night skies
children scream and point
lovers close their eyes and wish

Elders see their life while others see their destiny
cosmic dust bunnies amongst glittering black
Living the shooting star

Floating and timeless traveling through space
close to heaven and far from hell
a soul peacefully floating on the milky way

Power held in love barely touched
skies filled with reminders of rapture
twinkling stars capturing universal truth

Burning bright touching lives from afar
a thousand wishes dance along the night winds
kissed by the stars joy

All too soon the light fades
a solid mass lost amongst the Nova wreckage
destined for unknown fate

Existing and eternal one moment believed
touched by atmospheric tongues
bursting into the cleansing flames

Time grabs the tail riding the comets blaze
shooting and startling across the pure night sky
Wish my children as the burden of life fades

To know once love is worth the pain
Tomorrow will come regardless the struggle
Face the night skies filled with the rapture

Breathless the streak of fire and light
Forever remember this shooting star night
Burnt out in seconds a piece of my soul.

 

Chartreuse

Doused within a chartreuse morn,
Orioles dance amongst sodden pink clouds,
limbs dip towards inch worm green blades,
Black mantle, orange breast suckling sweet nectar,
cascade of pink petals meandering in ethereal rain.

Bird song filters thru lawn mowers whines,
spinning blades craving man’s perfection.
Beryl slaves rooted for decapitation,
sacrificed
for a false paragon.

Tiny throats burst forth a ménage of notes,
chaotic symphony breeds serenity,
wild aptness laced in bird song moments,
freedom
from conformity.

Brilliant quietude floats in chartreuse,
nature’s purity of fractal living,
No mind or thought to be as one,
unfettered desires bloom in meadows,
Naïve of the spinning blades.

dlt May 15 2005

Medusa's Chant

Metal on metal singing through the air,
closed eyes of Eve now open to see.
Haunting madness of the shackled song,
incessant humming of her mind.

Medusa’s bones chant to Paradise's prisoner,
Eve cries to a God of exiled beliefs.
Darkness circling, buried suffrage
echoing within the labyrinth of stone hearts.

Screams pour forth from the night,
pebbles line the sacred circles,
reflective pasts of beating hearts,
Lilith's song a fettered memory.

Medusa's tears plummet from the sky,
chalices overflow with sacred rain,
hardened souls of drunken men
swilling the salty nectar.

Keening squall marinates crag hymns,
clamorous cries of silent voices,
shattering Medha's mask,
spilt blood banishes synthetic creeds.

From afar Lilith whispers the name covertly cradled,
boundless garden Eden bane of restrictive gates.
Casually Lilith strolls into Eve's awaiting embrace,
labyrinth swoons as the souls of adamant men wake.

On the wings of owls, hawks and sparrows,
Medusa's hymn floats on a celestial breeze,
Lilith's slumbering soul drunk on the melody,
the spiraling gossamer of unfulfilled dreams.

Maze center drawn nigh,
mouth to mouth Eve and Lilith,
ghostly shadows Athena and Medusa,
ecliptic souls hum the chant of balanced natures.

Standing witness amongst rubble of stone,
tendrilled male hearts, a pulsing canticle.
Castrated myths of separate paths,
Sophia's veil a dissolving shield.

Medusa's head a rising moon,
harbored in the arms of Abraxas.
Immortal beauty in symmetry restored,
living within the Ouroboros.

dlt © April 19 2005

Haiku 11

I.
Spongy springtime grass
Trampoline of the Goddess
Joy and hope returns


II.
Apollo's fingers
seducing winter white skin
wind chimes freely sing
dlt © March 22 2005

Attar of Spring 

Attar of Spring

Distended sprigs surging into blue welkin,
Winter storms a fading limbo,
Brown warmth of autumn leaves,
Dry in the sun.

Self doubt invades the soul
when separated from the love that
makes us whole.

"The person old in days won't hesitate
to ask a little child seven days old
about the place of life, and that person will live.

For many of the first will be last, and will become a single one."

Glare crusted rooftop drooling,
Attar of spring.

dlt © March 17 2005

quote from: 4th parable, The Gospel of Thomas, The Nag Hammadi Library,Selection from Robert J. Miller, ed., The Complete Gospels: Annotated Scholars Version. (Polebridge Press, 1992, 1994).

Owl comes calling