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This is a space where men can share their perspectives on their inner journey. The form can be prose, poetry, photographic or handcrafted images. The purpose is to stimulate, even minutely, the transformative process. All art strives to move us to a different place, that place of the soul, that initiatory space, where the call is heard and identity found. Please reverence the space by respectfully entering and sharing.

December, 2000

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men give thanks

for dawn, and the radiant light of golden sun,
for the stirrings along the garden paths,
for the early songs of birds and
for sleeping mothers and their children,

for the first conscious breath of day,
for the first sounds,
for seeing in all its forms.

for the preparation of soul and body,
for the toil and pain of the day's emptying work.

for courage and for anger in the prophetic
style,
for truth and light and cosmic laughter,

for partnership and community and
circles of men.
for fathers and their son's sons.

for the spoken word, when it is not of babel,
and for understanding.

for tears and loss,
and the passing of terror.

for visions and dreams,
for the intricate steps of a life-journey.
for walks through the woods
and the sound of crows.

for the evening fade to black night.

oh, glorious sunsets.

for the resting moments of tired,
yet clear, insight.
for the last conscious breath of a day.

for sleep.

Joe Kasak, Thanksgiving, 2000