Within the flow of tide
layers of water chase the moon
on a following sea
where the broken
reel toward oblivion.
Medals of holiness
contrive to adorn war
and diesel motors churn
away from the silence;
her singular current bearing it all
with the grace of the timeless,
asking who will let in her mystery,
avoid the refuge of answers,
and hold space for the sacred
that alone may change you.
Whew…another potent one!
Words of wisdom! Many thanks.
Gorgeous. Yes, yes.
In these times no refuge of answers will last…
And the sacred alone changes us.
Thanks, Don.
Holding space for the sacred is the principal discipline before me these days. Thanks, Don.
Ah yes, Brother… the Sacred is where our gifts come from and honoring the Sacred in us is how we change. Thanks for this reminder.
The mystery, yes! Known while at the familiar bosom of Her glory.
Beautiful current of word images touches my soul. Thank you.
I have long resisted endless questions about whys and wherefores. Stillness has no room in the crowded hall of questions. It is joyful to acknowledge simple daily miracles that cannot be contrived, but which are commonplace in the flow of life. Thank you, Don.
OK, so this one has to go in the “Top 10”. The flow and the mystery, what else is there?
Thank you brother for your artful penmanship
Just want to let you know I love it .. even if I don’t fully comprehend its meaning.
in view of what we are going thru, this really touched me Don. Thank you so much.