Thursday, May 30, 2013

 
Still Life with Spruce
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Haiku

seen from here, the great

stillness of the world. I lack

nothing now, and yet...









Wednesday, May 22, 2013




The Light Patience of Wood
 
 
 
 


I Dwell On It


Creative act -

I’d like to perform one.

Whether by paint or by pen, or by deed

I’d like to perform one. I dwell

On its potential for being.

 

Many’s the mountain that holds

A bold and silent curve.

My eye is caught and held

And look! The solid resolution of the line

Inherent in that opposing mass

Of rock and pine.

 

There aren’t always mountains

In my immediate line of view.

Today I do not perform a creative act,

Nor will I.

It’s hard enough to watch and know

When others come that close to God.

 

Yes, in our rowhouse homes and hide-aways,

Art is our salvation,

But few enough look up and out to see it there.

Still, if your tread down the warehouse hall

Holds beauty in its stride,

Or your finger

On the steamed bus window trails a graceful line,

You are redeemed.

 

Creative acts;

We hold the soul of God

Just slightly above our heads and to the left.

I dwell on it.

 

 

 







The Mundane Illuminated
 
 
 
 
 



Story Teller's Viewpoint


Friday, May 17, 2013

Yes


 
Right this minute,

 

In this moment,

 

Right here, right Now,

 

And Now,

And Now

 

I love.

 

I love.

 

I love.

 

And there is nothing else.

 

 






Rough Winds Do Shake
 
 
 
 



 
The Darling Buds of May
 
 
 
 
 


Saturday, May 11, 2013

 
 
 
Being Present
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
Effortless Abundance
 
 
 
 
 


Moments


All that comes, then surely goes.

The wind of change forever blows.

See all things clearly. Choose your way.

Experience moments day by day.

 

Know that the past is past and gone.

Good or bad times, don’t hold on.

Surrender always to the flow

While life’s sweet moments come and go.

 

Memories become our visions

Of the past and future both.

Do not hold on to things you treasure;

Every moment has its worth.

 

Walk so lightly. Love each season.

Learn each lesson. Feel each reason.

Make your magic. Court your dreams.

Never mind how hard it seems.

 

Through allowance of all chance,

We allow ourselves to dance

To a rhythm, old as Earth;

Life to Death, and Death to Birth.