Pull on the layers of living like fine new garments The world feels, for this moment, bathed in grace Wild things do not tax their lives with forethought The spring is signaled by birdsong With the ruffling of throat feathers Be the very hero of birds Darling, you are part of this wild design Remember … More Under Birdsong [cento]
“Notice my creation for you,” god keeps reminding me through soft wind whispers. So, I notice the way dark lines of empty branches thrust themselves against the soft blue sky. I notice how creation is over the top with variety, squirrels black, red, and grey fluffy tails or wispy ones, symphonies of bird songs each … More Love Poems
I sat in the glider outside this morning To begin my meditation Birds’ songs and squawks filled the air A single feather rocked back and forth As it journeyed from a tall tree To land on the glider beside me It was not symmetrical Yet was still in good shape Blue and white tipped in … More Feather
Early hours of an August day, Still pleasant in the shady yard Provide the opportunity To be still beneath the trees Eyes closed, bathed in birdsong And crescendos of cicadas I pull into my breathing Listening to earth’s music When opening my eyes, I see A chipmunk by my shoeless feet Eyes meet eyes in … More August Aubade
Windows flung open Bird song bathes the air When the whirr of the edger’s motor Takes intermittent breaks Mind cast open Aha’s bathe awareness When the whirr of cluttered mind Takes intermittent breaks Graphic by Pixabay A friend of mine has just launched a new web site called The Sacred Path. Below is a screen … More Interlude
Outside my window a little bird’s tiny chirp leaves me with a smile “Be! Be! Be!” is her mantra “Here! Here! Here!” is my response We repeat our chants until this Buddha spirit lifts her wings in flight I made up the term “tanku” because this poem is made up of a tanka followed … More Meditation Mantra [tanku]
Layers of birdsong Emerge as rain subsides Then comes rain again A cool breeze brushes my face My cells sing to the zephyr Original photo by LuAnne Holder Transient
I woke on the wrong side of a mood this morning before the alarm went off I wanted to stay inside my dream but the heavy hand of the still dark morning roused me anyway Now I sit by my writing window watching the sky turn from a dark denim blue to the pale blush … More Wrong Side of a Mood
Wind Rush 