Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away. I ponder loss watching My barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? … Read more »
the gifts of death are many. Ask anyone who rises to be reborn each day.
lub dub love in every breath.
NEW YEAR’S BLESSING Turn the page, Pilgrim,Free Falling, hold yourself as a sacred vesselRip out pages of scribbled regret, And layered truths,Obscured in shadow’s weight.Re-read of hard-won wisdom,The muscled resilience of holding faith. Turn the page, Pilgrim,Free Falling, begin the new story,Mar the unlined paper.Despite loss Punctuated in floundering and failure,Turn and dare write the unknown.Not as fiction.But the… Read more »
Gratitude lies with those who love Beyond our carelessness. Gratitude goes to those reaching out Across miles and absent years, Bestowed on those who know our ‘True Name,’ And invite our querulous contradictions home to their compassion. Gratitude is a hymn sung by those who hear our off-key notes And forgive all that lies unsung… Read more »
September Blessing In this lofty time, in this lonely time “Live to the point of tears,” Camus wrote long past. Yet, and still, and always, we long for tears Tasting of raw and fearsome courage To shape and break each born anew moment. Cleanse, and move us toward belonging To the mecca of this day!