We were born of this earth and we will return to it upon our deaths. We are Beltane and Samhain, matter and space, purposeful energy and dishevelled entropy. After many years of searching I feel that is enough. How lucky we are!
Read MoreCrescents crown your star,
your void; the earth, your womb—your
footstool is the sun.
Brooding, you ascend;
your dawning wings enfold the
egg. The universe.
Rotting Silver is a column devoted to this Earth in all its tarnished radiance: poetry, prose, and parables of ugliness alloyed with joy.
Read MoreAs wind,
As water,
As fire,
As life,
God
Is both creative and destructive,
Demanding and yielding,
Sculptor and clay.
God is Infinite Potential:
God is Change.
The Destiny of Earthseed
Is to take root among the stars.
It is to live and to thrive
On new earths.
It is to become new beings
And to consider new questions.
It is to leap into the heavens
Again and again.
It is to explore the vastness
Of heaven.
It is to explore the vastness
Of ourselves.