The following poem appears in our April 2015 Digital Issue. Read the rest of Fred’s poem and the entire issue.
At night I heard Upanishad intoned by frogs,
ten thousand little pundits in the wetlands!
At dawn, I was moved into deeper silence
by the Sura of the Sparrow.
I could not fathom the verses of the Thrush,
feathered rishis in the apple trees.
He also offers instruction in meditation and gathers circles that hold space for the celebration of mystical poetry and song. Fred has degrees from Yale University and Princeton Theological Seminary. He lives in Washington State where he loves to hike in the wilderness, play tenor sax, and provide shamanic empowerment for the Seattle Seahawks.
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