By Brenda Mox As rain beat bruisingly outsidethe earth’s dirty, beastly, unsavorydepths parted and rolled asunder.Rain blackened the round and vital earth.A soul washed transparent sat,motionless in physical abstraction,barely distinguishable from non-entity,where every parting means a meeting –elsewhere.Inevitable as the course of time,the serpent swallows itself with a sudden snort of astonished laughterand imbecile obstinacy. … Continue reading Washed Transparent
Academy of the Heart And Mind 