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Monday, December 31, 2018

    Last Day of 2018


Three pink roses peer 
from a blue vase --

newborn stars gleaming
like strawberries dappled

in fading light, fields a'bloom
on the shore of a great lake,

or a thousand geese aloft, 
their song fruitful, sweet 
and wild,

everything praising sunset's 
vast and luminous awe.

Sunday, December 30, 2018


          Lie With Me

in this shimmering stream of stillness

where timelessness whispers then eases
into particles of spindrift

disappearing within oceans of sunshine
that sparkle and calm under waves cascading

into pleasing scintillas of rivering rhyme.

Christmas Morning

Three suns
blaze inside
the man’s
body. Tiny
breaths enter
each fire,

almost secretly,

even his tingling
feet start
to smile
on such warm
and friendly
ground. 

Monday, December 17, 2018

Walking In November Dusk

Tonight, clouds glazed
wild and orange
by setting sun.

Rising light
of golden

half-moon 
washes 
tenderness

over all....

a shy mother gazes
in secret

at her toddling
child.

Sunday, December 16, 2018


     Sunday

Three pink roses peer
from a blue vase--

newborn stars
gleaming

morning light.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

      Wild Taste

A shimmering stillness emerges 
suddenly, sensuously
within day’s fretting and toil and task,

juicy marrow penetrating the bones
and breath of our lives as all glistens 
and sings in outpouring radiant quietude --

body and world bathing in calm,
a buoyant space of allowing 
without judgement or speech,

where ravens, pepper trees, rosebushes,
stones, and people strolling or sitting alone
become fabric woven from light 
into this single carpet of shine....

no separation nor need for thought to dissect
this mystery of wholeness risen from root,

nor extraneous words, well-intentioned but paltry,
this attempt to describe and to trace 
an everywhere and nowhere of place 
in lines such as these--

faintly imperfect reflections birthed 
from one wild, wholehearted taste--

this ever present, freely given,
luminous foundational grace.

Thursday, December 13, 2018



          Foundational Grace

There are times when a shimmering stillness
emerges suddenly and sensuously

from within day’s fretting and toil and task
like marrow penetrating the very bones
and breath of our life;

when all glistens and sings in a quietude of aliveness--

body and world bathing in all-encompassing calm,
a buoyant space of allowing without judgement and speech,

no separation nor need for thought to dissect
this mystery of wholeness risen from root,

nor extraneous words, well-intentioned but paltry,
this attempt to describe and to trace an everywhere
but nowhere of place in lines such as these--

faint reflections of luminous foundational grace.