Live On
Two birds float in the channel as wind lifts the water like corduroy; behind his weathered face the bay stretches to distant islands, the sea his home for many years. The problems with being a man do not change, but within the fold of this larger setting, where air and sea and sun still breathe, […]
Pink Snow
Walking along the sidewalk I bump into a drooping branch, the flower laden plum tree filling the air with a song of soft color. Stopped by her touch, I pause in prayer for all she has given, her pink snow beginning to fall, showering the pavement with light.
Written in Stone
Healing comes in strange ways; the bundle of family and friends, the stranger whose eyes we only met needing a ceremony of rest and release to clean the slate. To carry weight is to be mortal yet another freedom beckons. The crows won’t tell you nor the power you may desire. It’s written in a […]
Through the Darkness toward Home
The sky closes and gray water churns, the mountains and nearby islands outline without definition. Everything is as it’s always been except the fish do not return and the birds are few. What ceremony can I perform, whose face to carve upon the cedar? Slick mud covers the roads, rocks wet and treacherous; the messages […]
Easter Morning
I look to the trees for faith, wondering if their season will flower, if the opening I desire will lift what lies beneath the pavement to open air, fragile color awake to the light, tenderly pushing toward heaven, rooted forever in the Earth.
The Soup’s Not Ready
Coming and going like sea tides we move from city to island and back to flowering trees, awakening so slowly this year as if blossoms waited a secret sign for the riot of spring color. A pair of bald eagles stood the point looking out to sea, considering; golden eagle circled again and again questioning […]
Dry Ridge Trail
The old man put aside his sadness to listen to the stories of the stones who told him of the joy below dark green water, of how trees feared earthquakes, of the tiny ant that bit his grandson, and to write her story as if it mattered… Because only two rivers meet and creeks are a mile […]
Voice Within All Things
Huge clouds cover the valley, light disguised behind a veil of gray; energy dropping ominously, the barometer of war and poverty for a once free creature whose invention will not overcome the truth. With no answer for Earth’s distress he picks up a stone on the beach, and listens for its story. Unable to stop […]
To Lift My Color
The plum tree fires pink fireworks into the gray skies of Febru’ry, lavish petals filling the gnarled trunk with no apology for color so audacious. Earth herself awakens below the broad swath of cement. I greet her across the open street, daring to lift my color with hers into the face of winter. […]
Our One Desire
Gaia sends her signals from deep within tremors of neglect shaking her wounded body, asking for help in so many ways, yet only drama compels attention in these days of Narcissus. She is not a mechanism for study nor a faulty watch we can replace. Is it possible the beauty she gives is intended for […]
Way of Water
The journey to their new world mired step by slogging step in the rain-soaked bog, feeding ground and sanctuary to countless birds and fish, to them a sucking pool of unforgiving mud. Remembering the defeat, they would later drain this memory of inadequacy, the empire of machines paving the water course to be rid of the […]
Hardened Cleft
Unhappy with immovable mass, he remembers water, how wind rises in the south. Recalling motion something moves in him, a breath where there was constriction a relief to the constant pressure. Those who stand and wait appear foolish but within there is treasure of stillness containing the soul, ready to sing out from the hardened […]
Lifting the Weight
Look into the morning sun during the first hour, when the brilliant fire turns light into awareness of origin, and the unexpected. As we join in rising the day is ours, incense lifting the weight on the inborn song of our hearts.
Looking Up She Rises
Old memories stir like the coal bed of a log fire, fierce heat of distant times when the circle was intact and joy unclouded. We knew we would forget but not how hard forgetting would become, yet the oil of awakened memory softens the wounding, easing our entry into this day, when only love will […]
Gravity of Belief
The wandering soul, one foot before another, moving yet not moved as if constant motion would avoid the imprint of something or someone to fear or simply avoid. Loneliness preferable to the imagined harness he sometimes notices, the loving he seeks. He fails to know the witness who touches his feet on the stone lined […]