Rumi and the Zen Circle
The breeze at dawn has secrets to share.The door to middle space openswhere the two worlds touch. The magic is here. The only ticket required is your presence. You must ask for what you want. But first,you must know what you want.All this wanting is a question.All this questioning is a quest. The door is […]
Continue readingSide effects of love
Love should come with a warning label. Caution! May cause side effects. Anxiety, confusion, nausea, sleeplessness, heart palpitations. The red flowers should be a hint that tears will be shed. True love is not for the faint-hearted. It opens you to greater things. No one is prepared for the transformation, so don’t be alarmed. We […]
Continue readingMeditation for harried souls
What? You want another poem?Quickly please. I don’t have a lot of time but I need to stay in touch.Poems take slowing down, slow deep breathing.Nothing harder than doing nothing.How boring it sounds and besides I need to start a load of laundry. Just one deep breathe. You can manage that.Over there…a glimpse of the oceanbehind a glass […]
Continue readingWhile we weren’t watching
While we weren’t watching, the sky deepened into shades of charcoal with points of light created by an army of angels blowing holes through the darkness. While our sleep was broken into dreams, earthworms transformed leaves and sightless moles played tag with each other through tunnels in the back yard. While our heads were sunk […]
Continue readingWhere poems come from
Drinking coffee, waiting for the courier. Two owls hoot love notes to each other in owlish Morse code. Or maybe they’re discussing strategy. It’s hard to tell with owls. Hummingbirds buzz at the feeder. In between sips of sugar water, they fret about their babies. My cat rolls over and stretches like a piece of elongated orange […]
Continue readingThe Old Stone Savage
The old stone savage moves slowly. You and I would not notice his nomadic ways. A rock of considerable size, the old stone was only a speck of primal dust when earth’s violent labor pains delivered its raw materials. Angels clung to each other in fear and awe of its clamorous birth. Having arisen to […]
Continue readingThree Old Taoist Philosophers
Three old Taoist philosophers as tabbies and calico Chat on the magnolia branch Sharing deep thoughts about the elegance of sunshine and house finches, the poverty of human spirit, the art of stalking, the cleverness of politicians; Viennese skeptics who branded Marco Polo a fraud the North Star, the scent of books and a few […]
Continue readingFrom where I stand
Like a single hair, it’s one among ten thousand. What’s so special about that leaf, you ask. It looks like all the others. But everything has its own story. Because of its placement in the world It saw the morning sun From a slightly different angle. Because of its position on the branch The wind […]
Continue readingA Writer’s Ode to Coffee
My coffee grinder jolts the sleeping beans into mindfulness. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for, ecstatic about being called into service. Scalding water is a balm to their bitter soul, reborn as elixir, transforming my base metals into gold. Magic as any unstoppered genie. A humble clay mug embraces its companionable friend. They […]
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