Not A Ripple

Wild blue heron

takes flight at first light and not

even the pond stirs.

                                                                                                           JDG

Be Careful What You Ask For

In prayerful meditation I asked to

hear my true name

spoken, but

when it 

came 

it

was not

“Wise Fox” or

“Soaring Eagle.”

Clear and softly said, it was “Gnat Chaser”.

                                                                                                          JDG

Breathing Room

After a day of

surprising quiet, night came

tiptoeing in.

                                                                                    JDG

Uneasy Practice

No one ever said

this practice stuff was easy –

not when we prefer

to do things our way or no

way. Mindful practice

takes egoless commitment

and a strong, wide-open heart.

                                                                                                JDG

Yes And…

How can this chord of fear,

 once struck, become just one

slight motif in a larger,

 more complex, improvised piece?

                                                                                     JDG

What Came First

What came first was not

what I thought – neither image,

feeling, or memory –

just a sound, full and clear,

the early morning call

of an unseen bird –

first the sound and then

the sense – peaceful, calm, and near.

                                                                                             JDG

Under Construction

Bricks of remembered wrongs,

mortar of distrust –

walled-off heart

~

extended hand,

hesitant response –

dismantling starts

                                                                                JDG

Among Pines and Congressmen

Here among the pines, a gray mist slowly

glides, quietly

narrowing

a broad

view.

Here

amidst

our Congress

a similar

mist hovers, clouding an enlightened view.

                                                                                                       JDG

Evensong

As the evening sun

crowns the trees in golden light,

the stilled pond reflects.

                                                                                 JDG