Poems, Seasons

From Blossoms …

Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment–where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels–this moment shows us that what is real is sacred. — Mark Nepo from The Book of Awakening From Blossoms From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the… Continue reading From Blossoms …

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 Sunflowers …

Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts, their green leaves, so heavy and many, fill all day with the sticky sugars of the sun. Come with me to visit the sunflowers, they are shy but want to be friends; they have wonderful… Continue reading The Sunflowers …

Media, Poems

Five Essential Questions In Life …

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bW0NguMGIbE Late Fragment And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. — Raymond Carver from A New Path to the Waterfall The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the… Continue reading Five Essential Questions In Life …

Poems, Prayers, Seasons

Midsummer Prayer …

In midsummer, under the luminous sky of everlasting light, the laced structures of thought fall away like the filigrees of the white diaphanous dandelion turned pure white and ghostly, hovering at the edge of its own insubstantial discovery in flight. I’ll do the same, watch the shimmering dispersal of tented seeds lodge in the tangled… Continue reading Midsummer Prayer …

Poems, Quotes, Seasons

Morning Poems …

A new moon teaches gradualness and deliberation, and how one gives birth to oneself slowly. Patience with small details makes perfect a large work, like the universe. What nine months of attention does for an embryo forty early mornings alone will do for your gradually growing wholeness. — Rumi from The Essential Rumi, New Expanded Edition… Continue reading Morning Poems …