poems & fragments

in search of a cosmology

Understanding how all our beliefs are constructed, how much we have invented on top of the base belief that men should rule, and yet feeling a sense of something leaping alive and aware from a bird, a tree, a nodding poppy; here I stand, a poet in search of a philosophy, a mystic without a god or a cosmology. What shall I believe? What shall I worship? I will start with this earth that sustains me, and yet is larger than me. The next footstep will be my beginning.