Thursday, September 30, 2010


Love and Faith and Hope
Can surface
If we let go of the
Sun, the moon and the rain
And feel the things we brought
That seed each moment with life
And bless every infinite now
With knowing

The beauty of our real greeting
To the sun, the moon and the rain

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Autumn Spider

Spinning a song
That you mastered
In the garden
Last summer
Resting with your dreams
At its center
Gathering your courage
For a first step
Above the bottomless future
Your belief will carry you
To the other side
As it always has before

Friday, September 24, 2010


Darkness lies down
Hiding the season
Cool moist breath
From the other side
By an ocean of truth
Quiet, powerful waves
That push us and draw us
Toward tomorrow’s sun
Already tumbling
Into a new season
Of light

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Autumn Melody

Now I know I am mortal
I often heard their voices
But now I know their words
Fall is all around me
Bright with its drama
At first I felt sadness
When the leaves changed color
And began to fall
Then a tear dropped
Under a wing of geese
That passed overhead
But in that still moment
I could see all the way through
The full depth of my love
For this place
That has always loved me
The leaves will return
The geese are blown elsewhere
So still in this moment
I hold more love
Than I ever knew before

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Raindrops are Miracles

I can find my love inside a raindrop
Not right away usually
But after all the indignant voices
That my mind carries clear away
And I am left to think of water
Then right away I can see it
A simple and deep miracle
Now the rain comes when it is needed
In truth, it always came

When it heard its name
It simply never understood
Our wailing and our wishing
It just showed up when it was called
Whatever the reason and without judgment
But a miracle lives inside every raindrop
And if we miss them all we may end up
Cursing the water as it rises above our ankles
And miss the miracles that seek us out from above

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


Sometimes, the hawk forgets it is flying
Sometimes, it looses sight of the miracle
That lays still and unmoving all around it
But every now and then its wings
Entangle seamlessly with the beauty
Of this whole living place
Freeing us all to watch the hawk
Soar into its endless dream of change
Pursued and pursuing
Avoiding and seeking
Fullness and emptiness
Love is a breeze that can carry it higher
Than wings ever will