| |
|
|
| |
 |
|
| |
Passion
Medium format photograph, September 2004 |
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
Benjamin Privitt
We are dark and we are
bright.
We are made of earth and
light.
From joy and pain our lives
are spun,
And all too soon the
spinning's done.
No one knows why we are
born,
A web is made, a web is
torn.
Like wandering sea birds we
alight
To rest one moment then take
flight.
May we find the middle way
Beyond the gates of night
and day.
To that sweet land where
apples grow
And endless healing waters
flow.
And of that spring may we
drink deep,
And wake to dream, and die
to sleep,
And dreaming spin another
form:
A shining thread of life
reborn.
(from Weaver, Weaver
by Starhawk) |
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
|
|
previous
top of page