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Monthly Archives: June 2012
Empty Handed
How many years have I dutifully dragged this old baggage around, only to find: my hands have always been empty! Picking fallen leaves from plant beds, suddenly glancing up — eye to eye with a hovering hummingbird! Darting away, it … Continue reading
Icicle Winter
Across the gorge from my snowed-in hut, in the last piercing shards of wintry daylight, ice gleams and glitters like the scattered jewels of a fallen monarch’s hapless catastrophe. Stitching through the canyon, the lone crane silently winging home … Continue reading
Nothing More
Hands in my lap, back pressed against a smooth cool cliff, work done for the day. Bowl filled with clear water awaiting its mate, moonshine. From the heart a light shines outward, illuminating itself in every direction. All that appears … Continue reading
Fire Temple Flowers
This exquisite flower of life blooms from the same source into which it rots and returns, a mothering soil that unfailingly will receive her own, the polished-off petals and leaves of itself, all fallen into itself, not comprehending any beginning, … Continue reading
Late Summer Evening
1. Late summer evening, and wine-dark dusk emerges earlier now, as if the shadows have always lingered just behind the façade of day, patiently biding their time, confident that the inevitable revolution of the planet will surely favor them once … Continue reading
Presence
There’s a way we keep meeting amidst even and odd, empty of form, yet formed of that very emptiness. Luminous fluids swirl, blend, and course through these bodies, bodies mysteriously like our own, transparent parallel bodies which have somehow appeared … Continue reading
The Water Way Trilogy
1. Standing knee-deep in this nameless wild stream, aglow in the waning warmth of a settling sun, I savor the baptismal rush of cool running water. Looking up, I see a Great Blue Heron noiselessly turning the bend in the … Continue reading
The Revolution
“The revolution will not be televised.” ~ Gil Scott-Heron The revolution will not be posted on the Internet, nor will it be featured as the latest breaking development on the local “Action News Now”, followed by advertisements for coming distractions, … Continue reading