Wild blue heron
takes flight at first light and not
even the pond stirs.
JDG
Wild blue heron
takes flight at first light and not
even the pond stirs.
JDG
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
After a day of
surprising quiet, night came
tiptoeing in.
JDG
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
How can this chord of fear,
once struck, become just one
slight motif in a larger,
more complex, improvised piece?
JDG
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
When we can’t force or
flee, we’re very grateful for
serendipity.
JDG
Bricks of remembered wrongs,
mortar of distrust –
walled-off heart
~
extended hand,
hesitant response –
dismantling starts
JDG
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
As the evening sun
crowns the trees in golden light,
the stilled pond reflects.
JDG