Tuesday, August 18, 2020

 Dawn’s Exuberance 


Birds perch and twirl,

Dance and skim,


Swirling across

Space’s skin....

Sunday, August 16, 2020

 A cluster of pine cones

At the tip of the tree-top


Pregnant in early morning’s

Soft fertile light—


Portals together 

Into pure possibility....

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

 


 Encouraged Heart


Staying in the body

Sitting, waiting,

Feeling feet on floor,

Belly, jaw and eyes,

Breathing, waiting,

Waiting longer, chest

Softening, opening

Slowly opening, as you

Learn to lean into

An acquiescence that surpasses 

And humbles, sometimes 

Surprises, beyond all understanding

And you may sense a cloud-like

Unknowing, this essence calling

You into your truest treasure,

Your hidden effervescence....

Monday, August 10, 2020

     Happy Dawn


A happenstance of hummingbird 

A cacophony of crow 

A wonderful of waterfall

A blooming from below....

Sunday, August 9, 2020

 Prayer of Presence


A suddenness

of hummingbird 

enchants

the surprised

eye....


Light bathes

these trees

of pine,

yet who

can tell

us why?


We rest to move

and rest again,

then dip our wings

wholeheartedly 

in life’s unceasing 

stream. 



Saturday, August 8, 2020

      Miracle

One weary leg at a time
Squirms into baggy trousers;

Afterwards he leaps out

From the ledge of August
Into Great-Giving’s Abyss.

Now embodied, half-clothed, emboldened
Somersaulting through space and Summer on this edge of chaos

To penetrate history’s marrow
Where the marriage of bone and tissue,
Departures/Arrivals,

      down
        down
          further
             down

Past childhood’s mischief
And middle-age divorce,

Past illness and death—

Mapless often lost, homewards
Wandering, floundering within
This infinite generosity

Where all belongs
Woven in stillness
Of ‘THANKS’ AND ‘YES’,

And now, here,
For all time

All shall persist.





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      Where We Live

Perched atop the moment’s ledge,
She laughs into the Great Abyss

And befriends with dangling feet,
Clear eyes and open arms

(Sometimes shivering
Against life’s offering)

Galaxies of story uncreated,

Her embryonic uncertain fate.

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

If Love propels
the hummingbird,

who can tell
us how....?