Friday, October 17, 2014

Water



Water is Dark


Water is Joyous


Water is Graceful


Water is Light


Water is Circles


Water is Artistry of Exquisite Beauty



Thursday, July 10, 2014

I Never

I never was enthralled by
Business suited men in positions of power,
Glamourous women in high heels and slit skirts.
I never wanted to be that. Never understood its
Allure.

I saw scholars, poets and mystics,
Heroes all to me.
I saw them working within their own imperatives,
With no visible reward or remuneration,
I saw them striving to perfect their expression of self as a divine
Energy in the world,
Expressing infinite beauty as well as they possibly could,
Exploring the perfection of the Creation of which they are part and
Doing their absolute best to understand the complexities of it all.

My God!
These are the ones that I emulate now and
Always have.
Yes!
I’ve never understood why anyone would chase after anything but
Truth,
Wisdom,
Love expressed,
Authenticity,
Impeccability,

Sacred being in the world.











Wednesday, April 30, 2014

 
Grace in the World
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Know Your Truth
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Joy Dance

The honest truth

Is that we are all

Dancing to our own perfect

Beat.


You better move that groove,

Love-Child.



Dancing is the heart’s delight. 













Wednesday, April 23, 2014

 
Safe
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Clean
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Mouth


I walk slowly through the wet and greening

World

With my mouth half open, the

Better to drink in all of it, all of it.

Sound of rushing water and

Smell of wet forest floor.











Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

 
Tired
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Rain Purple Sky
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Young Beech Trees


April’s tattered sky, storm-purple

Rain-blue

Yellowed scudding grey in hue,

Folds itself sullen-faced

Over the mountain’s muddy stream beds,

Illumines grudgingly a

Scatter-tatter of young beech trees.

 

The leaves are see-through thin now, still

Holding Autumn’s remembered ease,

Still vaguely coppery, recalling

Riches long dissipated.

A wealth of well-being long since spent.

 

I keen and mourn in the kitchen’s cold light

In the morning, out of sight of

Any who could possibly guess,

What I dare not confess aloud:

I wish it had not been he who died that day.

I wish it had been some other,

Someone else.

I, who preach acceptance as the highest wisdom of our Age,

Have not accepted,

In all these years, his passing.

 

I still fiercely wish for the death of another, if he could then be here.

 

And I, sullen, stormy, grey

Cling like those spent beech leaves,

Thin as old regrets, pale as tired wanting.

 

Is it possible that I, like them,

Can green and grow and love again?

 

 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

 
Spring Evening
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Rest Easy Now
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Seeking


 

Dirty snow yields birch tree seeds

When I bend down low and

Seek.

 

And this is my joy, you see,

The seeking.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

 
A Quiet Corner
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Warm Light in Winter
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


From the Heart of Me


So, I’m sitting there waiting

And the fear comes up: What

If?

And it feels hot and shaky and

I send it that slow spread of Love

From the heart of me.

 

Or listening to a friend talk about her

Life, how she’s trying to be better, to

Mold herself,

And it feels like need, like a pressure in my chest and

I send it that slow breath of Love

From the heart of me.

 

Or there’s news of more bombings, another disaster

In the east and it feels like despair, like the absence of hope

And I feel it in my face, frozen into not showing anything and

I send it that golden light of Love

From the heart of me.

 





Wednesday, March 19, 2014

 
Cold Wintry Winds in Brightest Skies
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Awakening

I heard the first

Eruption of sound

That is

The redwing

Blackbird's call.



At sunrise

I heard it,

And it told me

Spring is here.









Wednesday, March 12, 2014

 
Beginning Again
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Forest After Snow
















After Snow


The air is moist and grey

Light colours the tree trunks black,

The hemlocks darkest green.

 

The only sound is the regular beep, beep, beep

Of the dump truck snow plow reversing below in the valley, an electronic tune

In the dark dawn.

 

Then black ravens call call call

Across the hillside

While school bus labours up the hill roaring.

 

I walk carefully on the slippery snow, the

Sleeves of my jacket pushed up, the throat open,

Mittens wet with cloud condensation.
 

We’re under the weather here, the top

Of the hill white-grey shrouded

 

When the school bus descends,

I meet it coming ‘round and give the driver a V for victory,

“You made it!”
For the hill is steep and the snow slippery,

and because I feel that

 
We are here. Now.

We are here.









Wednesday, March 5, 2014

 
Embrace the ALL
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Still Reaching
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Balance


On one foot, and then begin

A slow rise

To full height,

Then a

Slow stretch to full expansive

Reach

 

Always with balance as

Your way forward, tentative, perhaps

Thoughtful,

Careful perhaps,

Aware

 

That will bring you

Peace
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

 
The Zebra Effect
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Roadside Stand
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Angry!


I can fight it

Or I can breathe into it

But I can’t pretend that it’s not there.

The effort of trying to get away

Is hopeless.

Hopelessness is the downslide.

Fear results.

 

You try it for

Yourself and see.

Fear results.

 

So, I breathe into it and say, “Okay.”

Then I move on to other things.










Wednesday, February 19, 2014

 
Dance of the Water Spirits
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Illumined
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


The Coming of the Light

Drive in the brilliant sunshine,

Feeling its heat through the car windows.


Then walk in the snow, in the crunching, child-like snow,

And feel light caress your face

While the blue jay cries.











Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

 
A Winter's Day
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
Snow Scape
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Collage


I snip roughly round edges of brightly coloured paper

Choosing in the instant

This shape, that hue.

The magazines have many colours in them

And the choices are deliciously arbitrary.

There are words as well, like beacons on a dream landscape:

New

Earth

Energy

 

I will later cut a bit more artfully and

Paste.

Remind myself of what

Joy looks like

Feels like.







 

Thursday, January 30, 2014

 
Woodland in Winter
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Snowstorm Detail
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Everything


That I have ever wanted to have in my life,

I have in my life.

And all that I have wanted to see in the world,

I see now in the world

Emergent

And these are things like self-responsibility

Peace

Outbreaks of wisdom

Breakthroughs of hope

Love bombs of understanding

Everything

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

 
Scene From a Dream
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Perfect
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Driving


The swing of the car round the corner into Sutton Junction

Woman walking with dog on slush

Was suddenly unbelievably perfect

Telephone pole, perfect

Railroad crossing sign, also perfect.

 

Deeply moved, I swung my

Gaze upward to that line of winter-black arrowhead spruce trees north of the railroad line

Also radiating waves of perfection,

Like Angel song, like

Divine intervention.

 

I gasped.

 

Alone there in the car, driving still, shifting into fifth,

I had to breathe slowly, deeply to calm myself, to

Stop the tears of deepest held joy

Everything was perfect. Everything. I looked at

The bumper of the car ahead of me… That too

Radiated the divine perfection of the heavens in all of their grandeur.

 

These words are not enough to convey

But they, like the road and the sky and the woman with her dog,

Although limited

Are perfect.

 

And this is coming from the heart. This is not

Mind speaking to you.

This was all in the heart and is still.

It becomes all that I am -the

 

Perception of perfection in all that is. 

 

 

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

 
The Perfection of Now
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Sweet Soul Yearning
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Eastern Townships Evening

White and silver and black

Shadows and clear, cold silence:

Just me and the moon

And the wind

For company.







Wednesday, January 8, 2014

 
Light the Grey, Such is the Nature of Hope
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
When I Look for Beauty, I Find It
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


I Wear My Mother's Pants


Cast-off

She doesn’t want their shape anymore,

Their size anymore.

I find to my surprise that they

Suit me just fine.

My mother’s pants

 

She is this old, bent woman

With legs like thick tree trunks, immovable, dead weight

I am young still, moving, vibrant

She is crooked and weak.

Yet I look into the mirror at my mother’s pants

How they fit me just fine,

How the bumps and curves and all the

                        places where I learn about pain

How they fit me just fine.

 

There is this word that I am becoming now:

There was freedom, before. I was

Becoming that.

Now there is this other word:

Acceptance.

 





Thursday, January 2, 2014

 
Both Light and Dark
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
Inside Out
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Freshening


Quickening of will at dawn

This Winter’s morn with north wind

Lashing up old snow

 

Heart’s glow

Of burgeoning becoming

Lightens the gloaming

Forever twilight, half-night

Tired longing

 

Sudden ideas,  threading bright in the west

Let’s put them to the test,

Let’s do and move and flush

Into Spring, into love, into

Colours that pulse like blood.

Feels stretching, feels banjo-bright, feels jam-jam light,

Feels freshening.

 

Let’s freshen, quicken, pulse, move,

Do