Renewing with Hunger

Thankful for

is a short path

with sure ending;

this world has its limits,

happiness going just so far.


Hidden away in the mountains of Tibet

monasteries with chanting so deep

layers of stone shift and change,

mountains awaken

and merchants of China

watch their goods dissolve

like morning mist.


Tell me what you find

in the brush that grows in sand

stirred and sent by river’s rising.

From here I see water

dripping from rocks

green glow and crystal

in the smell of moss and mud.


Beyond the rim of thankful for

the deeper world shines

keeping pace with the night sky,

renewing with hunger

the grace that abides

like a rich painting

by a tireless artist

on a path that flows

with life.





5 Responses to “Renewing with Hunger”

  1. Bill Dare says:

    The mellifluous flow of your words are like the painting of a spring showers rainbow… thanks, Bro.

  2. Tom Wilson says:

    I’m in accord with Bill’s comment above. The music and rhythms of the poem enchant us into the realm of “Thankful for…” Like Mary Oliver’s Wild Geese,” your poems call us back to “our place in the family of things.” Beautiful, brother.

  3. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Gorgeous Lover energy, Don!

    The artist looks into the impossible void, breathes in the unbearable ache for what isn’t there, and begins to paint the face of the Beloved…

  4. Pichai says:

    As Thich Nhat Hanh says of Buddhism, “it is not a religion, it is a way of life.” ….So it is for brush seed, enduring twists and turns of the flowing river, seeking fertility for growth on some bend fragrant with richness of minerals–they, too, made the journey. I, too, am in the journey.

  5. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    I’m still sinking into this one………

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