Let in Her Mystery
asking of one who will let in her mystery
to avoid the refuge of answers,
holding space for the sacred
that alone may change you
Where I am Found
Where I am found
the earth seeks me,
no longer needing
to hold back the world
Day of Creation
n the mirror of our eyes
the eternal unbreakable
and the day of creation
upon us once more
Prayer Without Words
listening and seeing
in prayer without words
breathes in the life of form
Back to Life
somewhere a man
gathers in the dark interior
holding a stone
with the essence of water
To Stand in the Clouds
what was left
but the long curving path
up the high mountain,
not to the top
but near enough
to stand in the clouds
Be Still and Know
the vibrancy of blue
speaking directly to her
and again this night,
encouraging the barking dogs
to be still and know
the life that’s always present
Only a Pause
I pause here in the rushes
keeping an eye on the clouds,
letting the blue settle into my eyes
before I dive into the flow
Praying for What Falls
pelted leaves drip
with gathering strength
as light finds its way
to my thin veined aperture
praying for what falls freely
from the passing sky
What is Near
until the green leaves
with darkened edges
remind us to water
what is near
Coots
the coots thin faces suddenly white
on the edges of the wind,
drifting in the shallows
as if on the first morning
Pouring a Slab Near Cane River
Before first light the men arrive in their battered pickups, dented from the in and out of heavy tools. Jack Benjamin helps J.C. lift the power trowel and strike the blades from yesterday’s pour. The first sweat of the day is glistening, the air still night cool when in the distance the sound of gears, […]
Leaves with the Night
strangers walking by with flowers dropping
into cement gone soft from their fall
as the sky clears and the last of winter
leaves with the night
If Not Tonight
the bare limbed maples
bulging with life,
subduing the pain
of all things mortal,
joy like sap lifted
in clear metallic light
By the Hollow
Before words the silence, before movement the still point without thought or desire. With the single eye of eagle hunting, the patience of stones stepped in the sea, empty, then empty again. By the hollow the boat is lifted, to the open hand the world restores.