Spell casting

What was one concealed, 
    The mysteries of the cosmos,
    The aspiring mystikos
To self would reveal. 

Conscious that there is only one religious source, self, and that outward displays of one’s religious observances are but metaphor of inner observance, creed.

Deathless Dead Duck

A fourth of the flock, 
By the three forgot,
Near night’s opened door,
Lifeless laid on the floor. 

Life’s brief dream,
Fallen leaf in a stream,
Mere memory evermore. 

Matter matters not,
But carnage in rot,
By wood-handled spade
In earthen-clay laid. 
To higher realms I pray you soar. 

Trinity

From: Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness by John Donne

“I joy, that in these straits I see my west; 
For, though their currents yield return to none, 
What shall my west hurt me? As west and east 
In all flat maps (and I am one) are one, So death doth touch the resurrection.”

Ariya-sacca (Noble Truths)

[woodcut no. 2]
Cattāriariya-saccāni (The Four Noble Truths)

dukkha (truth of suffering)
tanhā (truth of attachment)
nirodha (truth of renunciation)
magga (truth of the path):

sammā-ditthi (right view)
sammā-sankappa (right intent)
sammā-vacca (right speech)
sammā-kammanta (right action)
sammā-ājīva (right livelihood)
sammā-vāyāma (right effort)
sammā-sati (right mindfulness)
sammā-samādhi (right concentration)

#TheLeftovers

Days of the Dead observances
(Eve of Oct. 14, Observance 15-31)

National Geographic journal covers for birth-months of author, daughter and son.

July 1974
November 2000
April 2003