First one thing and then
another: morning warmed by
sun, evening chilled by
rain – such is the happy-sad
wonder of impermanence.
JDG
First one thing and then
another: morning warmed by
sun, evening chilled by
rain – such is the happy-sad
wonder of impermanence.
JDG
When I’m not arguing for or against,
who knows what will
come from a
center
where
all
are held?
What will sprout
when contention
cracks and new green is allowed to emerge?
JDG
When I refrain from
causing myself and others
pain, it’s likely I’ve
not hopped some habitual
train, but stopped, looked, and listened.
JDG
When awareness returns, I can see through
the fog of thought
and breathe in
shoulders
held
tight,
breathe out
tall, swaying
trees shimmering
at water’s edge in early morning light.
JDG
“Who cares?” she asked in
a show of indifference,
but beneath the snark,
“Who cares?” was the hard question
she didn’t know how to ask.
JDG
I drive to work wrapped
in silence, savoring
the sweet gift of solitude –
a steadying start to
an up-for-grabs kind of day.
JDG
Last night’s dream invites
me to take a closer look.
Things, it seems, are not
harmonious within.
What will it take,
the dream not so subtlely asks,
for you to facilitate, but not control?
JDG
I interrupted
my mind today
as it set forth
on a well-trod path.
“Nope,” I said,
“let’s not go there.
Let’s try this
gentler path instead.”
JDG
In just a few days
I would have been far from home
on the interstate
when my car conked out. Today
though, I was close to
help and home, and in an odd
stroke of luck, my day
was largely free. If something
had to go wrong, this
was the perfect day. With that
thought I grin. Thanks, Universe.
JDG
Eighty three degrees
February
Sun disappears
Sudden downpour
Sun returns –
A non-elective course
In uncertainty
JDG