Wednesday, September 2, 2009


Learning the alphabet of this living, I've become my own teacher, scribbling my rhyme.  Life is not rudimentary, but its beauty lives in the elementary transactions of cause and effect.  Slipping letters together, forming the talisman that helps me to fly. This is my craft. A childless witch, I birth this journey on my broomstick circling the night sky. When you see the halo around the moon, know that is the necklace holding my alphabet.

1 comment:

Abbas Razzaghpanah said...

[re: True. But one might also question their power and ability, and furthermore even "right to try", to find the righteous path. It's believed that the one who created this craft, holds the key to it's better living. The problem is however, that at least I have lost the truth to this key.]