Through a tiny opening a small bird
flies, filling for
a moment,
this space
with
its
small song.
Nothing is
asked, but if I
choose, I can pause and celebrate life too.
JDG
Through a tiny opening a small bird
flies, filling for
a moment,
this space
with
its
small song.
Nothing is
asked, but if I
choose, I can pause and celebrate life too.
JDG
My mind departs for
places, familiar but not
here, as my body
follows the routine that’s right
before me. Mind, please come home.
JDG
Today was a day
for going slow and breathing
deep the autumn air.
Grateful for this brief respite,
I did my best to beam, not bite.
JDG
For forty nine days
now, I’ve followed through and yet
I’m still not out of
the wilderness, internal
and external. I trek on.
JDG
One minute I get it; the next minute
I lose it. How
long will this
game go
on?
Some
say not
to look for
it to end. They
say it will come to an end when I do.
JDG
Even though I got my wings,
I didn’t fly the coop –
I just started later.
Still, I got my routine in
before the day was done.
JDG
Sweeping judgements
don’t really sweep things clear.
They simply sweep aside
all bits and pieces
that don’t coincide
with a predetermined view.
Better to sweep the mind clear
and begin again from there.
JDG
I don’t know why,
but today’s workout seemed to fly.
Maybe
I’m finally spreading my wings.
JDG
On the horizon
a magenta explosion
marks the close of day.
JDG
Half way there toward my
newly-formulated goal
of ninety days when
I’ll add balancing
exercises to my routine.
Strength and balance in
body, mind, heart and soul –
ah, if I’d only started long ago.
JDG