rain and its everlasting value
leaving blank pages
what will you write ?
Month: December 2014
“where the violets came from”
You started using the word loggia for veranda,
fresco for mural, villa for house
but you were in an island
with mangoes, breadfruit and coral reef.
You walked on the beach
where perfect waves touched your feet,
you were thinking “where the violets came from”
beauty and abundance couldn’t sway your mind.
You concealed your tears.
note: referring to Parma violets quoted by Shirley Hazzard in The Transit of Venus
the presence
Sabbath: Set aside regular, longer periods of quiet or retreat, simply to rest in awareness of God’s presence. Find a rhythm of rest and work that allows for renewal so that you enter your active life from contemplative grounding.
Service: Allow the natural welling-up of love to flow outward in acts of justice, healing, and compassion. Life is not about you; you are about life!
note: excerpts from: https://cac.org/richard-rohr/daily-meditations
surprise yourself
You will never know everything
but you can start someplace
with flowers and umbrellas
wading in streams or praying
before long you are in a mountain
gazing at a bear, and trying
to delineate scale of adventures.
The mist lifted outside
the kettle whistling in the kitchen
reminding you friends are coming,
cakes and pastries waiting in the bakery.
There is time.
more than a rule of thumb
a new year
an empty stage
a bird’s eye view
you own the world
play with me
birds fly and play
make ordinary day
sublime
MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR.
ALL WHO SEEK YOU
All who seek you
test you.
And those who find you
bind you to image and gesture.
I would rather sense you
as the earth senses you.
In my ripening
ripens
what you are.
I need from you no tricks
to prove you exist.
Time, I know,
is other than you.
No miracles, please.
Just let your laws
become clearer
from generation to generation.
note: from Rilke’s Book of Hours translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy
the measure of loss
“Why does love hurt so much?”
“Because it’s real.”
winter solstice
First day of winter solstice
rain stopped, morning fog descended,
lifting in the afternoon.
Walk with me to the river.
A fisherman waited patiently
the line and darkening sky.
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