I recently spent 5 nights at the magical Vallecitos Mountain Ranch participating in an intensive silent meditation retreat for teachers. Wow! More on this to come… But for now I wanted to share two poems inspired by my time there. “Suspension” the mind is a child swinging at birth of motion legs pump furiously to take flight lifted by the wind of joy skyward after the initial peak legs extend and point to another world then retract back beneath falling into gravity’s arms up and down, back and forth, lengthen and folding, inhale and exhale, ebb and flow, rise and fall, sunlight Read More
Rise, you steam from pottery-mug of dark roast, curl your other-world whispers up and away. Shine, you golden-fingers of sunlight, forge your fractured path through the labyrinth-forest and dew-drop-mirrors. Dance, you moths or flies or nymphs, whatever your magic is, sprinkle joy in in the morning-air like cloud-confetti. Play on, you liquid-symphony-stream, raise your rushing flurry of applause, confident and ceaseless. Tease on, you fuzzy acrobat-squirrels, cluck and chirp and rattle us in your mockery of ducks and birds and snakes, safe in the playground of secret-branches. Testify, you living-mosaic of God, blanketing me under a Read More
“beach glass: or what I found on the beach” the sea is a turquoise heart pulsating with life ever filtering, ever glittering with each wave, pumping lifeblood into a million liquid heartbeat stories of salt. I, too, am heart. the sea is a pillowey breath inhaling and exhaling from our collective lungs sometimes deep crashing sometimes tranquil bobbing a rhythmic circle of give & take, claim & release liquid surrender to the storied sands of time. I, too, am breath.