Shapeless Intent
Alone in the dark I greet the morning hidden from the world, praying to the silence to move my will with the shapeless intent of the eternal.
Winter Rosary
The trees are closed, windows shuttered in rain soaked skin, roots lavished with winter’s water, their buds a rosary along each branch filled with darkness on the long return to light.
Solstice 2015
What passes for morning on the shortest day – dim light and dark skies, rain falling on the valley. Nothing for it but to rest nurturing the inner light, find the remnant threads of joy and weave a solstice blanket to wrap the heart and let the fire that flames within warm us on the […]
Washed Clean
How can I sleep when the stars awake and wind roars off the sea, the valley filled with the sounds of fir trees quaking? Creeks run high, ocean layers the land sheet after sheet in a long dark night rain washed and alive.
Light in the Sky
You seem so far away; when I call you my voice echoes in a cavern of stone, words thick, clogged with the refuse of belief. I see you in the distance coming toward me with the old familiar look, the voice of a friend; you weren’t so far except through the glass of the world. […]
Tiny Pearl
Think about this day and the long view horizon to horizon as the full moon sets and Venus rises. Our outpost the blue planet with the mystery of trees and rivers, tiny pearl in a great fire of swirling stars, precious gift so easily abused. Regard the moon, listen to the night sky; we have […]
These Few Hours
Winter light is soft in the south glowing gas flame red, day breaking with a cold chill, the ground covered in leaves as the sweet gum and maple shed their summer coats for the descent into root, the dying desire for what comes and goes passing without heat into the rain soaked soil. I let […]
Nurturing the Seeds
With young souls troubled, old souls feel the approach of winter; we clean the sidewalks, repair parts and pieces but reports darken what remains of the light. The larder is thin, rains are heavy yet despite the weight we take our young to the edge of morning, and look to the east, an old habit, […]
Silence of Trees
The silence between us and the autumn trees holds the story of all the fallen on the long road of violence, outcast from the garden by the madness we refuse to define.
Autumn Dirge
Baseball’s over and the olive tree mourns with faded colors falling into rain wet ground, forgiving the hope of soft air and summer nights, no wanting but warmth as the sun drops south and winter approaches.
Face the Wind
Winds are blowing off Elliot Bay, rain in sheets on the hills; old Seattle waking up to black coffee and the sound of another storm. I’m heading out to find an egg in this town, maybe some bacon and bread. Gusts pound off the buildings challenging their insult; sea birds hunker down tucked into their […]
Journey On
Light slants across the channel burning away the clouds and early morning fog. I sit and watch, my food the slow thoughts that come with the tide, filling each crevasse with the softness of the sea, lifting me, a weathered log weightless on rising water, ready to journey on. […]
Look into the Aloneness
We punish each other and punish the earth, separate from the land that’s our story, volumes of cruelty with a few gems of grace buried in coarse gravel. I write to the sleeping though they don’t often stir. I write to the awake to give them solace. Today I write to you remembering the rejected, […]
High Tide
Calm water slack, two seals float and fish, eagle perches in its green fir tower staring into the distance; no sound but a solitary bird, still as the mountain, deep as the sea.
Vanishing Order
In the quiet of dusk the bugling sound of an elk herd over the grassland, the shadow of a cloud vanishing in this valley sliced into the foothills. Their flowing browse echoing wildness through the twilight to their home in the night.