With deep gratitude to all those who have supported me so generously this year. I was deeply moved by your generosity and very grateful for the support. Your contributions are appreciated and have encouraged me to keep posting. My gratitude goes beyond words. Thank you.
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion. Continue reading “Eagle Poem (Gratitude) …”
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all …
— Emily Dickinson, “‘Hope’ is the Thing with Feathers” from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
The woods is shining this morning.
Red, gold and green, the leaves
lie on the ground, or fall,
or hang full of light in the air still.
Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes
the place it has been coming to forever.
It has not hastened here, or lagged.
See how surely it has sought itself,
its roots passing lordly through the earth.
See how without confusion it is
all that it is, and how flawless
its grace is. Running or walking, the way
is the same. Be still. Be still.
“He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”
— Wendell Berry from The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (“Grace”)
A Small, Soft Feather
a small, soft feather,
from bluebird’s wing,
falls onto the receptive
lightly it lands
under a thick-branched oak;
quietly it waits,
unnoticed, unattended, Continue reading “A Small, Soft Feather (Autumn Meditation) …”
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning
— T. S. Eliot from The Four Quartets
A Song for New Beginnings
Let go of what’s done
Of what’s gone
Of what is finally over
Though the traces linger
To remind you
Of what you’ve lost Continue reading “The Light Is Returning (A Song For New Beginnings) …”
Winter is black and beige down here
from drought. Suddenly in March
there’s a good rain and in a couple
of weeks we are enveloped in green.
Green everywhere in the mesquites, oaks,
cottonwoods, the bowers of thick
willow bushes the warblers love
for reasons of food or the branches,
the tiny aphids they eat with relish.
Continue reading “Another Spring …”
The song begins and the eyes are lifted
but the sickle points toward the ground,
its downward curve forgotten in the song she hears, Continue reading “The Song Of The Lark …”
Life is both storm and calm, and the challenge of living is how to use the calm to endure the storm, not bypass it. It is important to note that the only true place of calm in the storm is the very center. So the only thing to do, once in the storm, is to make our way to the center of it, hard as that might seem. Continue reading “Life Is Larger Than Pain …”
If you have one hour of air
and many hours to go,
you must breathe slowly. Continue reading “Freefall …”