What happens to colors when night falls? ~Shahriar Mandanipour Morning sun rising flings colors into the void separating heaven from earth. Earth is painted with all colors in the spectrum by millions of little ray brushes each choosing a surface to splash with its personality, paint reflective of its mood, the happy reds, the warm […]
Nez found God then forgot where she had left him. ~Joy Harjo I recently took a five-mile hike through a white sea, a sea as white as the sun perched high in the sky casting white shadows from behind white clouds, climbing over rolling white waves, sensual swells of talcum-white sand. Every silent step forward […]
Now I see the secret of making the best persons, it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth. ~Walt Whitman Spring butterflies have merged from their black wintry cocoons and taken to the streets of Chicago to flit in the warm exhalations of Spring.
One solitary buzzard rocked lazily in the sky. ~Juan Rulfo If I was to suborn the creator to bestow form for my next incarnation, it would be to be born into the Accipiter family preferably in the order Vultur or Falco, vultures or hawks, carrion feeder or fresh flesh eater. Both have their allure.
God speaks through blue-tongued lizards. ~Yusef Kumuyakaa Why do we look to the writings in a book for the soul of God when the mind of the Creator exists in every living being inhabiting Earth and the unexplored cosmos locked inside our heads?
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming. ~Pablo Neruda The lingering Chicago Winter has tried to strangle the song of the flowers, tried to freeze their souls into hell but the flowers would not be denied. I spied them in their finery this morning, heard their revelry as they […]
Each people behaves as if they have reached the end of history. ~Núria Amat It is easy to believe, with our limited, myopic vision that history begins with our grandparents and ends with us, maybe our children, that our grandparents are the root of life tree, our parents the trunk, we the branches, our children […]