Transition is the only constant.
Chaucer was right:
“Tide and time wait for no man,”
or woman or anything else.
While we’re alive,
if we have a
choice,
it only lies
in our attitude.
Moment by moment
how do we choose to go
with time’s ceaseless flow?
JDG
Now
Am
I
Here
~
Here
I
Am
Now
~
Now
Am
I
Here
~
Here
I
Am
Now
~
JDG
Some things can’t be found
by looking. They like to sneak
up on us, and when
we’re least aware, startle us
into puddles of pure joy.
JDG
A whiff of gratitude that amidst this
impermanence
I am just
here right
now.
JDG
When his job was done
calling forth the sun,
that wry rooster moved roadside
to manage traffic flow.
It didn’t take him long to learn
the sun was easier to control.
JDG
Worry clogs my mind
as fear tightly grips my heart
and all the while
a field of golden flowers
dances just outside my door.
JDG
An acorn must break open
to form a tree.
What must I do
to form a we?
JDG
In the surrounding
woods, not a single leaf stirs.
Are the trees, like us,
offering silent thanks for
the big wind that didn’t come?
JDG
How did Merullo
see inside my head? Hornets
in a jar, he said.
That swarm seldom seems to rest.
It’s time I removed the lid.
JDG
(With thanks to Roland Merullo and his funny and thought-provoking novel. DINNER WITH BUDDHA)
The trees are so still
now. They must be directing
their energies down
deep, toward their roots, preparing
for the big winds yet to come.
JDG
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