Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Monday, July 10, 2006
Meditation
An image of myself
culled from a dream
dreamt long ago
seems suddenly right
and brings me peace
and restores my soul
to a measure of what
it’s meant to be.
In the dream
I stood tall and straight
arms outstretched
fingers reaching
starbursts bursting
from my heart.
And from my forehead
grew a tree
mighty and strong
of oak, I think, and spreading crown.
This vision, long forgotten,
sent from the Goddess herself,
returns to me unbidden
a soothing balm
for uncertainty.
culled from a dream
dreamt long ago
seems suddenly right
and brings me peace
and restores my soul
to a measure of what
it’s meant to be.
In the dream
I stood tall and straight
arms outstretched
fingers reaching
starbursts bursting
from my heart.
And from my forehead
grew a tree
mighty and strong
of oak, I think, and spreading crown.
This vision, long forgotten,
sent from the Goddess herself,
returns to me unbidden
a soothing balm
for uncertainty.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Moon's Song
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Spring
Green hills roll and farmers’ fields stretch
side by side with fingers of forested tracts,
an ebb and flow of fertile terrain.
New leaves stain the trees,
pale silk over naked shoulders.
Mist diffuses the clouded light,
enshrouds the slumbering knolls.
The ambience settles behind my eyes
and cozies around my heart.
Cool drizzle freckles my skin and curls my hair.
I feel content.
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Monday, February 06, 2006
In-Between Moment
Sitting by the roasty fire
basking in its
cozy warmth,
a pause in the day’s activities
allows a moment
of reflection.
Grocery shopping,
heavy lifting and carrying
up and down
endless stairs,
sheet-changing and laundry
and shoveling snow
echo in my
aching back,
then ease into
a crackle
as I settle
on the couch.
It’s late,
almost bedtime.
My son winds down with
his usual burst
of nighttime activity.
In the background
drones the TV,
and in the
flickering dimness
glow the softly colored tree-lights.
It’s because of
moments like this,
when all of life’s contentment
unfolds in my soul
with spreading wings of comfort,
I almost don’t mind that,
after my son drifts off
into sleep
(and before I can drift off
into my book),
I still have to
wrap the presents.
basking in its
cozy warmth,
a pause in the day’s activities
allows a moment
of reflection.
Grocery shopping,
heavy lifting and carrying
up and down
endless stairs,
sheet-changing and laundry
and shoveling snow
echo in my
aching back,
then ease into
a crackle
as I settle
on the couch.
It’s late,
almost bedtime.
My son winds down with
his usual burst
of nighttime activity.
In the background
drones the TV,
and in the
flickering dimness
glow the softly colored tree-lights.
It’s because of
moments like this,
when all of life’s contentment
unfolds in my soul
with spreading wings of comfort,
I almost don’t mind that,
after my son drifts off
into sleep
(and before I can drift off
into my book),
I still have to
wrap the presents.
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