THIS IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
i explained to a girl
she asked about
the symbols i traced into the dirt.
in the light of the campfire.
so i told her
the grass has a soul, yes, every clump.
the trees love to dance, not by the wind.
the air has a soul.
the land is sacred.
and she stared at me,
and with wide eyes
"that is beautiful."
and i smiled and faced back towards the fire.
- when i lifted a star to the sky.
it is spiritual wicca. it's not a category, but only in word. if you choose to comment, i ask you abstain from saying it is like another religion, because it is like many, but i did not tell you for you to relate me to another religion. i told you for the girl who learned of a beauty deeper than what humans could ever create.