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

Telling the Holiness

"This is not a journey for the feet; the feet bring us only from land to land; nor need you think of coach or ship to carry you away; all this order of things you must set aside and refuse to see: you must close the eyes and call instead upon another vision which is … Continue reading Telling the Holiness