Quotes, Seasons

The Meadow (Summer Solstice Meditation) …

I hear the unblown flute, In the deep summer shadows ... — Basho   As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together and trying, with difficulty, to remember how to make wildflowers. Imperceptibly heaving with the old impatience, it knows… Continue reading The Meadow (Summer Solstice Meditation) …

Poems

The Meadow and Prayer …

As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together and trying, with difficulty, to remember how to make wildflowers. Imperceptibly heaving with the old impatience, it knows for certain that two horses walk upon it, weary of hay. The horses, sway-backed… Continue reading The Meadow and Prayer …