Harrowed Yet Fallow

“Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold: Bring me my Chariot of fire! I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand: Till we have built Jerusalem, In Englands green & pleasant Land.” — William Blake The meaning … More Harrowed Yet Fallow


   Most of these trials and times of unrest come from the fact that we do not understand ourselves. — Teresa of Avila   And I swam into that primordial twilight of the soul, Suffused with liliac and grey, Where ancestral shadows wander and hunt and love and fight, Where time ends and is forever … More Dissolution