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

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

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