Honesty Is As Rare As A Man

Something Begins, Begins; Starlit And Sunlit, Something Walks Abroad, In Flesh And Spirit And Fire. Something Is Loosed To Change The Shaken World.

Basically When I'm Walking I'm Not Consciously Writing Or Intending Anything. In The Manner I Have Learned From Meditation Practice, I Let Things Unfold.

I Think A Blog Is A Catalyst For A Number Of Possible Kinds Of Writing Besides Being Its Own Medium.

A Phrase May Come To Me As I Am Walking, And, Once I Write It Down In My Journal, The Rest Of The Poem Will Unravel From That Catalyst.

As For What You're Calling Hard Luck - Well, We Made New England Out Of It. That And Codfish.