“Now we return to the lily”
“Time now to gather the wild grain of yourself, kindle the spark of yourself…”
“Alone as you feel, you are with all the world”
Daylight passes over the garden. Wild green things grow thick ‘round the entranceway. Spotted fawns have come by, their mother not far behind. Cat sits and watches.
All day long, I see things a painter would paint. What is there to complain about? Even my own pain has been endured by thousands before me, and depicted by master sculptors. Pilgrimage, penance, failure, learning to hold one’s self tenderly, in friendship –… Continue Reading “Pilgrimage”
There are places to rest
along the miles
of all your days,
if you will only sit…
The next time a storm comes, set your eyes upon a tree. The branches toss and turn, flail and bend – and wisely so, for what happens to things that don’t bend? But then, beneath the boughs and limbs, the trunk. And beneath that pillar of power… Continue Reading “Tree”
Meanwhile, the wind blows, incredibly. The sun rises – seen or unseen – and moves across the sky, incredibly. Water covers most of the planet. Effervescent laughter is remembered. The vast silence of the world helps quiet the noise of your mind. The great… Continue Reading “Remember”
The sky is always there. The sun is always there. Storms come and go. Clouds come and go.
I stood in a glass house at the edge of the sea. I watched as the tide rose, gradually swallowing the house, waves breaking against glass walls, and over the glass roof, booming, rattling, trembling. Seaweed, rocks, shells, too many fish to count, so… Continue Reading “The Encounter”