Through Dark Hollows

Surrendered to the morning,
the coming day and pressure to do,
I leave the night, the darkness
that wraps me in its blanket
teaching the art of dreams.
To love the light, the soft touch
of spring rain on open leaf
is to join the green world
and all that’s rising, yet
part of me remains in root,
following water down
through dark hollows
and coarse layers of stone
to the unerring food of silence.



photograph by Willard Walch


10 Responses to “Through Dark Hollows”

  1. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Yes – the unerring food of silence.

    Beautifully put, Don. Thanks.

  2. patrick says:

    I love this don – the sacred grows in silence. You describe so much with so little words.

  3. Eric Dunn says:

    Gracias mi amigo!

  4. Rose Meeker says:

    This one REALLY speaks to me! Thank you.

  5. The dark and the light…both part of our world experience.

  6. Veronica Lim says:

    Don, this is so beautiful, leaving me with a profound sense of peace.

  7. David Barnes says:

    Thank you for this poem, Don – Through it I am reminded that earth and sky meet at the crown where trunk and root connect – and resting at this blending point I know my own royal nature, which is equally at home in both domains, united in the crown – part of me sweeping skyward through trunk and branch and part of me following water downward rooted in the earth.

  8. Ravenstalk says:

    ~ These words embody the experience I have of still being present and alive here in this moment ~
    ~ Yesterday morning I was present with a very dear friend as she departed from her body ~
    ~ I then drove to one of my favorite places on a nearby river and sat… Rooted in this world knowing that all is well ~

    ~ Grace ~ Grace ~ Grace ~

    ~ Thank You Don ~

  9. Maria Frid says:

    Touching to my core! Thank you, Don!

  10. Jim Ehmke says:

    Hear, hear to all the comments. Beautiful poem, Don.

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