Snow clings to sides of treesblown by worldly windsof last night’s winter storm In warm morning sunlightthuds of ice fall like glaciers calvingpocking the snow below Limbs let go of what weighs them downto lift toward the sun and blossom “Zen says everything preaches the dharma…”– Nancy Mujo Baker, dharma teacher and philosophy professor For … More Release
My former Self left me a gift of the karma from previous actions I took some gifts delight me now if I notice others I’d rather just keep in the box If I’m heir to karma from my former Self does my current Self, through my actions today, bequeath new gifts to my future Self, … More Karma Dharma
Lavender roses and columbine in my garden they call home are content in their rooted destiny, rejoice in release from dark soil At sunrise on my own accord I walk outside to smell their sweetness, the flowers meditate with me and teach me their scented dharma Top photo courtesy of Pixabay
I awoke to a windy flood of dawn, fall’s October beginning; I opened the shades, found that last night’s rain fall made flood puddle tunnels throughout the gardens. Before I let the cat out, I checked the tiny tunnel beneath the chipmunk rock, none were playing there this crisp morning. I read a dharma about … More Life as a Poem
Seeking freedom from duality – right or wrong, abundance or lack, blossoms or weeds, embrace or farewell I contemplate non-thinking Somewhere in my spirit I feel I understand this paradox beyond language beyond thought Existing within calm confusion May confusion dawn as wisdom. (paraphrased from the Four Dharmas of Gampopa) Image by Pixabay
Stop clinging to the disbelief Stop clinging to the grief What has not happened yet is no excuse for doing nothing now Don’t let me wait too long, Dear One, It’s time to dry my eyes Arise from my recline Put on my coat and go out into the world It’s time to live the … More Restart
When you find yourself in the endless task of filling the well with snow remember it’s not a useless chore but an opportunity to participate in life. I think the palliative for fear and anger is to stand firmly and wakefully in the moment. It’s like the old Zen master saying, “Come with me. Let’s … More Filling the Well with Snow
Wind Rush 