kneading the bread dough

putting more wood on the fire—

sacred daily paths

Interruption

A crow interrupts,

as I read the sacred text,

with his take on things.

Stones

seven sacred stones

waiting for me to find them

in the mountain stream

old storyteller

nocking a sacred arrow

seven verses long

not the luna moth’s

winging will I miss so much

as the sacred flame

a handful of earth

three speckled eggs and a stone—

sacred offerings

sacred love stories

shared around the evening fire—

waybread for the soul

a cupful of earth

three blue eggs and a dog bone—

strange yet sacred gifts

She offers herself

to the sun at its setting—

a sacred chalice.

old hierophant

puzzling sacred mysteries

stumbles on his tongue