I bless the night that nourished my heart To set the ghosts of longing free Into the flow and figure of dream That went to harvest from the dark Bread for the hunger no one sees. All that is eternal in me Welcome the wonder of this day, The field of brightness it creates Offering time for each thing To arise and illuminate. I place on the altar of dawn: The quiet loyalty of breath, The tent of thought where… Read More »A Morning Offering
The Wild Geese by Wendell Berry Horseback on Sunday morning, harvest over, we taste persimmon and wild grape, sharp sweet of summer’s end. In time’s maze over fall fields, we name names that rest on graves. We open a persimmon seed to find the tree that stands in promise, pale, in the seed’s marrow. Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith:… Read More »It is Here, Now.
I can do anything. Stream of Life by Rabindranath Tagore The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and… Read More »With Hummingbird in my heart
I would like a structure to give my gifts and share my purpose in exchange for abundance!!
It has only been a couple weeks of cold and dark. Already I am longing for the sun and heat of the desert. The evenings last an eternity, the cold is unwelcoming. I can see why animals hibernate. I wish I could crawl into my sleeping bag and wait it out. I guess the trick is to find the light and warmth from within, or at least try to keep the whimsical flame lit, so you don’t lose yourself in… Read More »desert heat
NAMING LOVE TOO EARLY “is a beautiful but harrowing human difficulty. Most of our heartbreak comes from attempting to name who or what we love and the way we love, too early in the vulnerable journey of discovery. We can never know in the beginning, in giving ourselves to a person, to a work, to a marriage or to a cause, exactly what kind of love we are involved with. When we demand a certain specific kind of reciprocation before… Read More »Love
Stretch That Skull Cover and Smile by Cub Country
An icy wind blew from the north. Dark grey clouds mounted on the horizon The brown fallen leaves whipped and whirled through the streets Sirens blared in the distance The Denverites, who had started their morning in shorts and t-shirts were digging for heavy coats and warm wooly hats. Meanwhile The emissions testing center took on a little black 2002 Corolla. hooked it up to tubes and revved its poor little engine. It kicked and sputtered and probably let out… Read More »Emissions Testing….Testing……Testing
