The Proof Lies In The Practice

Knowledge plus ten thousand times is

skill,” Suzuki

said and he must

know. Practice is

what it takes to make things real and

there’s the rub. Why

can’t just knowing

be enough? Why

must the proof lie in the practice

when insight seems

so dazzling and

alot less work?

                                                    JDG

The Days After

Though I enjoy each holiday, it’s the

day after I

really love –

when all

is

done,

when things

slow way down

and we feast on

left-overs, good talk, and unscheduled time.

                                                                                                                JDG

To Them I Bow

The holly berries

start their slow passage to red

as I prepare to

say goodbye. Those berries and

those trees have helped me

through some tight passages of

my own. Their ever –

changing constancy has held

firm and true. To them I bow.

                                                                            JDG

The Slow Turn Of Seasons

Those once green fields are now stained rust

and the song of

robins is met

with the wild

honk of geese. Scattered hay bales rest

upon shorn hills.

With the slow turn

of seasons, I

start shifting too, sorting what to

carry with me

into Winter’s

gathering arms.

                                                  JDG

Exotica – Variations On A Theme

No need to travel to far off

lands looking for

exotic stuff.

What’s right around

here is exotic enough. Once

I saw two dogs

licking a rabbit.

We started to

intervene, but they soon parted.

Who knows when they

first became friends

or how it started.

                                                                               JDG  (using the minute form)

Those two large dogs stood

licking a full-grown rabbit.

When did this strange friendship start?

                           ~

Who broke the ancient

rules of the animal world

first – the dogs or the rabbit?

                                                      JDG  (using the sedoka form)

Blinded By The Light

On my way to work today, I

was blinded by

the light. I wish

it could have been

the bright light of revelation,

the warm light of

love, or even

the sudden light

of wise insight, but instead it

was only the

natural light

of rising sun.

                                                     JDG

Sighting

Somehow the unexpected sight of those

swaying purple

flowers at

water’s

edge

eased

a gloom

that had spread

itself over

an otherwise sunny summer morning.

                                                                                                        JDG

Higher Mathematics

The measure of our lives can’t be

found through simple

addition, the whole

always being

greater than the sum of its parts.

Why focus on

one part or the

other, or on

the sum they make – as if the soul’s

worth could ever

be measured through

arithmetic.

                                            JDG