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(photographs: Tom Davis)

Thursday, November 9, 2017







The métier of blossoming


If humans could be
that intensely whole, undistracted, unhurried,
swift from sheer
unswerving impetus! If we could blossom
out of ourselves, giving
nothing imperfect, withholding nothing!


From Denise Levertov, The métier of blossoming






Tuesday, November 7, 2017







O glistening sunlight


O glistening sunlight,
O iridescence, O unique shining,
the wedding of the Godhead:
O burning jewel.

The clothes you wear are noble
They fall straight and clear;

Your friendship is with angels:
A citizen of the sacred.

Come, enter into the palace of the King.


Hildegard of Bingen transl. Tom Davis







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