A selection from In the Hands of the Immortal Weaver: Poems of Sacredness and Belonging


The questions have surmounted all certainties.
Too many days are frittered away feigning wisdom,
all the while knowing that, if I am to cover
that distance between myself and that Other Shore
I must relinquish the illusion of mastery
and embrace the station of eternal student.

We shall not find the answers
until we can admit that we do not have them.

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