Air of Creation
Morning practice begins before I awake,
the inner theater already in motion
as first light enters the window
Undying Green
Clouds cover the spreading sea, wind and waves speaking of the weather to come in the shimmering undulation of hammered metal. We weep beside her loss, limitless yet so fragile, our faces lifted into the skirts of rain softening the rock age by age into an undying green. […]
Water of Life
while the Earth awaited
my aging thirst
to turn and open
to the water of life
From Where Did I Fall
Like an iridescent drop
in a sheet of rain,
each drop pilgrim
to the porous ground
Asleep in the Body of Salmon
There’s a woman asleep
in the body of salmon
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