Art by Norman E. Masters
from a photo by Gamaliel Masters
Poetry is the knothole Through which the inner being Is forced to shape itself when it wants sun. Held back with only air for eyeball Until the time is ripe Until what is has worked into what might be Could have been or would rather be, Scorched or scrubbed by feeling or seeing It wriggles through the knothole Skips and teases for those who see To understand, if they can. New Mexico 1972 |
![[To Cosmic Wind Main Page] In The Eye Of The Magick Circle, art by Norman E. Masters](InTheEyeOfTheMagickCircle.jpg "[To Cosmic Wind Main Page] In The Eye Of The Magick Circle, art by Norman E. Masters")