Rarely do we quell words that arise in the midst of pause, too often we graffiti such a silence with meaningless talk, blurt out words without clear intentions, scar potential harmony bybabbling back and forth,back and forth But sometimes we befriend the pause, allow quiet space to open, listen for common ground expressed in silence … More Chatter
On the longest night, personal reflectionhums within my private hope It’s dusk of the year,activity, not faith, lies dormantinside my hibernation,surviving on the harvestof seasons’ inspiration This foundation of renewal,unnoticed, under the surface,needs no coaxing Fertile dreams will unfoldas slowly as the lengthening of daysuntil time is ripe for creative expression Happy winter solstice to … More Hibernation (Winter Solstice 2022)
This world has all kinds of listeningThey’re all kinds of streams in this worldThere are all kinds of smooth stonesin the streams of this worldSo, stone-smoothing streamsare good placesto practicequiet –shhhh The Day Nine prompt was to write a nonet, a nine-line poem with a descending number of syllables in each line. This poem was … More Listening Stream
Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays -Wendell Berry, “How to Be a Poet” War rages, a plague still takes lives, winter seems to linger weeks past the vernal equinox, you’re running out of eggs, your … More Composed
I invite Lao Tzu to teaon a quilt spread in anopen glen by a river He accepts and sitscross-legged facing mewe both nod our greetings “What can you teach me, Lao Tzu?”“Be quiet in stillness.”I pour tea into his tiny cup “My mind wanders so.How can I learn stillness?”“Meditate.”I fill my teacup as well “I … More Tea with Lao Tzu*
Windows flung openbird song bathes the airwhen the whirr of the edger’s motortakes intermittent breaks Mind cast openaha notions bathe awarenesswhen the whirr of a cluttered mindtakes intermittent breaks The NaPoWriMo prompt for day twenty-nine is to write about windows. Photo courtesy of Pixabay.
My heart longs to findstill islands of dreamer-songshushed enough to hearwhispers of sweet somethingsabout the beauty we each holdnudging me to createbeauty from this beautybefore it fades Graphic courtesy of Pixabay
What is the aroma of the aura of a sprite?The scent of a psyche in spiritual form?Or whiff of cinnamon breezing the air in the speed of a shooting star ? Maybe a sprite’s aura has no aromaCould it be instead a subliminal memory of long-ago lullaby lyrics?Or whisper of wings from a veiled whippoorwill? … More Aura Arising
Endarkening The bitter cold creeps in for winter like a whole note in D minor drawn across the strings of a cello Night engulfs daylight offering peaceful quiet as stars prick the deep indigo sky When settled into darkness a comforter of calm covers me I yearn to pull within myself slumber my spirit for … More Endarkening
In the dark familiar things become unrecognizable while what usually goes unnoticed becomes obvious, essential like snuggling in the dark when touch of skin, scent of affection, become your sensory guides In the quiet darkness calls to whispers if words are ever shared Darkness snuggles with the quiet, through shadows of long nights touching her … More Solstice Souls
Wind Rush 