Marriage, no Proposal

On Thursday, February 9, 2017, I was minding my own business with Bastest and yogifying to work out the kinks remaining from Standing Rock. I had the kind of sweat that only Seane Corn can create. Somewhere between vin and yasa, all proceedings were interrupted by two Old Ladies, Grandmothers of the invisible persuasion. One … Continue reading Marriage, no Proposal

New Nations

When hands of the past reach the face of the future and the half-morning moon lights the way Harrier wings beat the heart And wind & earth become one with the drum We are the drum We are the heart                                 … Continue reading New Nations