Tuesday, December 13, 2011



the Peace of pine needles
of yuletide poesy
of savoring simple melodies
about reindeer and good will toward men
of sleigh bells and silent nights...

...the soul soothing familiarity
the tether to tradition
something ongoing
in the face of so much transience
Epiphany displacing the ephemeral...

...if only for a little while.


e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 12/12/11

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Treasures in the Sand

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A deceptive Barrenness
Defines this Desert

At first glance
A Wasteland of endless wanderings

Nothing, it seems,
But Miles and Millenia
of a vapid, vacuous Void...

To the untrained eye there is only
the unending monotonous migration
over unwieldy terrain
that takes and taxes
yielding nothing in return...

But Treasure rarely proffers itself willingly
to the Pilgrim,
Eschewing backdrops well-suited to its worth
It chooses instead the hidden places of Paradox
Demanding to be dug for, rather than doled out...

Waiting to be found by those
willing to walk this Way
who have eyes to see

Worth in the Wasteland
Rivers in the Desert
Diamonds in the Dust...

And then to travel on
Having found True Wealth
A Bedouin's Bounty
Themselves Becoming
Treasures in the Sand

~ ~ ~

e.a.a. "Hindsfeet" 12/3/11

"For they shall partake of the abundance of the seas
and of treasures hidden in the sand."
-Deuteronomy 33:19