Progress

Sophisticated and scientific We turn our back on the unseen mysteries Disregarding the instincts of our souls In favour of intellect and calculation We tear down the worshipful In favour of clanking mechanics Our sacred spaces become mere torn up places We have cast the holy into the dirt Set the profane on the altar…

Mountain Top

In the high places In the lofty, lonely places seekers after truth stretch their minds and souls to the infinite. Shamans and priests pilgrims and hermits make their way to the very summit to seek enlightenment. On the mountaintop the world disappears Everything seems so small from up there The air is clean and clear…