The day slipped from grey to black with
not a glimmer
of sun or star.
Memory keeps
their light alive until day’s sky
shines with new gold
and night’s sparkle
comes back. Til then
we hunker down, drawn together
by our own light
and fire of
our own making.
JDG
As the day slowly slides into
light, a young deer
stands looking out
into the mist,
as do I. What the young deer is
thinking I do
not know, but my
thoughts turn to dark
and light and the slow shift of time.
Still, this autumn
the leaves seem to
be turning fast.
JDG
The sages say, ” Do spiritual
practices now
so you’ll have them
when you need them.”
Today I wish I’d practiced more
’cause though my need
was clearly there,
I’d left my tools
behind in loving-kindness class.
I’ll go back now,
pick them up, and
begin again.
JDG
When energy dwindles, it’s no
easy task to
balance amidst
life’s crashing waves.
When each small move seems harder than
the last, how do
you learn to surf,
knowing the waves
won’t stop for you to learn. You have
to learn on the
job, balancing
what little’s left.
JDG
I watched the people as they watched
the butterflies.
They all, toddlers,
seniors and those
between, looked with smiling wonder
as these flying
colors dipped and
danced about the
misty, tree-filled room. For a while
winged magic wove
its awesome spell
and we flew too.
JDG
Caught in an inner narrative
of anger, hurt
and fear, I left
the here and now
and entered if and then, losing
touch with simply
is. I stayed in
that nowhere place
until I somehow found my way
back with ” May I
be well. May you
and all be well.”
JDG
A gentle warrior, the moon
stands sentry as
lightning fires
its warning shots
across the sky. Even as thunder
echoes through the
air and dark clouds
block her face, her
soft presence abides, firm and round
and full of light,
undaunted by
the passing storm.
JDG
Little Bird, at first I thought you
were a mourning
dove perched upon
my mailbox as
I drove by, but now I’m not so
sure. It only
seems fitting that
I learn your name
when you graciously paused amidst
your birdly chores
to send me off
to work today.
JDG
When gold spills forth from morning sky
and lingers through
a day not too
hot or cold, when
kids, cats, and dogs can run and play
and fuss outside,
leaving me to
rest and read, nap
and write, I know I’m living high.
Such slow moving,
sun-filled, quiet
days lift me up.
JDG
Today a rainbow shone amidst
the morning fog;
it’s good to know
the promise holds.
Even when the way’s not clear, we
too can do our
part to honor
sacred covenants.
With focused minds and willing hands ,
we can jointly
build a world which
enriches all.
JDG
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