
on the hillside,
amid the wildflowers,
watching clouds shape-shift.

on the hillside,
amid the wildflowers,
watching clouds shape-shift.
NOTE: This village of caves located on the wall of a deep gorge (Khor Dzor) was occupied until the late 1950’s or into 1960’s (depending upon who you talk to.) In 1958 a “regular” village was built nearby, and the residents moved into the new village. Lest one think this was just some tiny backward settlement, it was for some time the largest village in Eastern Armenia with over 8,000 residents serviced by some 30 shops, seven schools, and a number of professional service providers.
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
Where may the grave of that good man be? --
By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn,
Under the twigs of a young birch tree!
The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,
And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year,
And whistled and roared in the winter alone,
Is gone, -- and the birch in its stead has grown. --
The Knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust; --
His soul is with the saints, I trust.

a cloud of pigeons
wheels about in a broad loop;
a thin batch returns.
If by “spirituality” one means some kind of attachment to the supernatural, then not at all important. If by “spirituality” one means experiencing the world with a sense of awe, wonderment, and unmitigated bliss, then very important.

