I hadn’t found you
though I’d looked
in the branches above
and roots below the street,
in the faces of the serious
and the moon behind clouds.
Searching high and low
I came up empty
until I looked
in the space
where the heart
softly beats,
where dreams
are crafted,
and in the silence
without regret
there I found you.
photograph by Brenda Jenkins
Reading of “Where Dreams of Crafted” with music by Ali Farka Toure and Ry Cooder
This is absolutely beautiful! Thank you, Don.
Don, I think I found Nancy in the same place. It’s been terrific but not so quiet as it once was. Thanks for the lovely, inspired poem today.
Incredibly simple images and gateway to going within. Thanks Don.
Thank you Don.
Your words bear good fruit, no empty husks. Pick – and enjoy. Pick! – lest the fruit die on the vine.
Ooo. I like this one.
I thought this poem particularly lovely and resonates so deeply with me this morning. Thank you for your talent and sustained hard work. I do not take for granted the way you bring your poetry to us.
So beautiful Don! And thank you Brenda for your stunning photograph!!
I’m SO grateful for these, your tender and timely words, Don, that I’m now uttering them, deeply heartfully, to my Highest Self — so that It hears that I too know what It has Always known: “Sublime Silence Without Regret”.
Don’t ever give up the dream, the dream is the reality. Thanks Don
“You are as close to me as memory restored”
Thank you Don