All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        She’d never seen a sun as that.  He’d never seen her gaze such way, adoration-fix upon the seeing: flame surround and hold of light, like shavings of the sun or phosphoric firework without settle, fall, or diminish of brilliance.           She fixed to the sun beyond wind dance of the paled […]

        “Do you ever have days when visions won’t shake?” he asked.         She listened empathetic and smiling, knowing well the way.         “I might,” she answered studying and reading his eyes.  “What are they painting to you now?” she asked.         He was silent, and she felt […]

               “Desire is everything in Nature; does everything.  Heaven is Nature filled with divine Life attracted by Desire.”—Bernard Holland (in introduction to Dialogues on the Supersensual Life, by Jacob Boehme _____                “I don’t want to go back,” he spoke.                Neither did she.                They sat on porch of the oaken home at evening […]

        “…with age her character deepened and grew richer.  She used her talent to help other souls, and it helped creased.  She studied, too, and found language of great subtlety and beauty in which to express her vision of truth.”—Evelyn Underhill, The Essentials of Mysticism _____         From frost beginning, sun rose and […]

               There is a strangeness that lives in spirit-communion.  Even more than bodies paired in love’s meet; spirits shape and attune in becoming, one like other, into fit and meld of unity-one.                Spirit does not wonder if they are on the other’s mind.  Spirit knows, for the other is on theirs too; and Universe […]

        They walked in the woods having lost the trail, neither minding, both in know that to lose one’s self—sometimes—is a gift.  Worn in pattern and path of game, it paralleled the lay of ridge, little gain or loss in elevation—path of least resistant in a sloped and rugged land.           Elevation, […]

        It became for them a sanctuary, hide, and second home wherein willing and in acts—opening, giving, surrendering, receiving—they loved.  In sweep and fall into fast-sudden over floor; in stand of pin and brace to walls; in openness of table’s spread; in raise and sit to heirloom top,  she held in upright and close embrace […]

               Gazing out from porch in view, in share of single chair where she rested to his lap—his arm’s weight and gentle burden felt in the points of her hips and the lightening of his arms to hands at rest, easy and natural, in place and cover of her low lap, knees wide and cross-legged […]