C.M. Rivers
~Now Flowing~
Tag: nature
Tread Lightly
You’ve been searching a long time now. Somewhere along the way, you pause. You begin to notice the intricacies of every texture, the textures of every intricacy. All the magic you overlooked becomes discernible. How could you have missed it? It is at once… Continue Reading “Tread Lightly”
Dear Diary
You must not complain about dust. Dust becomes cloud becomes rain becomes forest becomes life, so you must not complain about dust as you wipe it from a table, books, shelves. May there be an empty space in the palm of my hand, where… Continue Reading “Dear Diary”
Zen
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.
Pilgrimage
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”
Tree
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”
Remember
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”
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“If every 8-year-old in the world is taught meditation, we will eliminate violence from the world within one generation.” – Dalai Lama
“May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe. Tiny, but useful.” – Mary Oliver
“Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence.” John Muir
