Going Home
By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff “If you wish to know how something ends Look at its beginning.†-Traditional The acorn goes […]
By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff “If you wish to know how something ends Look at its beginning.†-Traditional The acorn goes […]
By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff Like a captive bird The soul sings, Remembering its home. It is precisely For this song,
By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff The balance between life and death Is O so delicate: A mere slip or twist while
By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff As the willow bends to the wind And the leaf curls to the rain, O Lord,
By Dr. Stewart Bitkoff Gently, the ocean waves break upon the rocks; As an old woman rests Beneath the late
I wonder how many times I have walked upon this planet. Certainly this is not my first trip; I am
Open your hand… I see the light flying into the air… It is like a pigeon which lost its wings…
Poetry and music serve no practical purpose towards our survival as individuals or as a species. Despite this, both occupy
by Michaela Sefler Likeness to eternal forms, by proximity adulated, freeing from bondage are the responses. Action, body whole, in
Michaela Sefler is an mystical poet living in Montreal, Canada. Her poetry is spiritual and esoteric and her poems allude