Watching Knox sniff
the ground and follow
the scent to nowhere
reminds me joy
can be found even
when there’s no arrival.
JDG
Watching Knox sniff
the ground and follow
the scent to nowhere
reminds me joy
can be found even
when there’s no arrival.
JDG
Some leaves, now brown, hold
fast to their home as new green
buds start to burst forth.
JDG
July 2017
Homecoming Delayed
“If you were in your
body, you’d be home by now”,
that bumper sticker
said, which probably explains
why I’m neither here nor there.
~
March 2022
Getting Closer
Seventy-nine years
and I’ve been elsewhere.
At last I’m beginning to learn
to be here now.
JDG
“Sometimes there’s thunder
and there’s no rain;
sometimes there’s rain
and there’s no thunder”.
Ajahn Chah’s one sentence response
when asked for his spiritual autobiography
is true for all of us. For some
there’s more thunder than rain.
For others there’s more rain than thunder,
but every life has both.
I hope my spiritual biography
has more rain than thunder.
I hope I end with a gentle rain.
JDG
First to feed, last to leave –
those contentious blue jays
outstayed their welcome.
JDG
On this cold, grey day
heart-opening talk warmly
flows among good friends.
JDG
You have to look close
to see those small blue flowers
claiming their place in
the natural order of things.
I look and don’t feel so small.
JDG
Writing poems
shepherds wandering thoughts,
guides them home.
JDG
Such A Long Name
Jefferson Porterfield Haskins Breeden
You left this world suddenly but now
you are where names are no longer important.
You have become bigger than a name.
You have returned to your Source of Being.
Love surrounds you.
Pain is gone and self doubts no longer plague you.
You are healthy and whole and part of the eternal light.
Your daughter, Hailey, was born after you left this earthly home.
You have not seen her.
But wait! You may be able to see her.
I don’t know. I’ll know when I join you.
I love her with my whole heart. She is beautiful and precious.
She looks so much like you.
When I hold her my heart is joyful.
It also breaks because I can no longer hold you.

Infusion of joy
from season’s first daffodils
directly to me.
JDG