Always open, the pond’s surface
receives wind, sun, moon,
flying birds, landed birds,
rain, insects, and even snakes.
When those visitors move on,
the pond gently rests beneath
an open sky. Water and air,
pond and sky –
twin manifestations of
non-preferential receptivity.
JDG
It wasn’t a dance exactly,
at least not one I recognized.
There was a lot of to-and-fro,
forward and back,
and a tremendous amount of spin.
There was arm waving
and finger pointing,
and gyrations galore.
It was quite a spectacle …
I wonder what he was auditioning for.
JDG
What if every leaf
on every tree, has something
surprising to say ?
If we listened, would we float
on waves of natural wisdom
or would we argue, gasp, and sink?
JDG
A gentle rain falls
on an ungentle heart.
The trees bear witness.
JDG
For just a moment
I thought I saw an apple
leave a tree and fly.
After that cardinal landed,
it looked back at me
as if to say, “Get a grip.
It’s not even apple season.”
JDG
Shopping for some fabric,
a do-over for worn window seats,
I suddenly think of couch and chairs,
the rug, the floor, and even the walls,
all in need of a do-over too.
So overwhelming –
not the ever-expanding task,
but the unexpected surge of feeling,
the sharp realization
that the one doing the do-over
needed to be done over too.
JDG
A warm summer breeze
tickles the leaves, makes the pond
shimmer with laughter.
JDG
My new guru taught
by example today.
When feeling overloaded,
just shut down, take a rest.
You can warm up later
after you restart.
Oh noble clothes dryer,
you brought enlightenment,
and I didn’t even have to leave home.
Namaste.
JDG
Graduation day
dawns bright with promise as they
begin their long walk,
each following their unique
path, into a complex world.
JDG
When we find
what we’ve been
searching for,
what will we
do with it?
JDG
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