Motorcycle wisdom joins with
nutritional
improvement tips
to guide us down
our chosen roads. Their secrets lie
more in adding
than subtracting.
By not over-
focusing on obstacles, we
will expand our
view and steer toward
where we want to go.
JDG
Motorcycle wisdom joins with
nutritional
improvement tips
to guide us down
our chosen roads. Their secrets lie
more in adding
than subtracting.
By not over-
focusing on obstacles, we
will expand our
view and steer toward
where we want to go.
JDG
Amidst all the human chatter
of this and that,
the season slowly
turns to fall. No
explanation, justification,
obfuscation
can stop a single
leaf from falling
nor stay the flight of honking geese.
Measured against
this natural
arc, what words of
ours endure?
JDG
It takes just a few bright stars to
lighten the mood
of the night sky.
When surrounded
by such a depth of dark, and still
to shine ignites
an answering
fire in us.
As light begets light, fire begets
fire and thus
the flame stays lit
through the long night.
JDG
Driving home at dusk today, I
suddenly saw
a mountain on
the road ahead.
How, I thought, could a mountain just
appear? I knew
it wasn’t there
before. But as
I blinked in puzzlement, I saw
afresh. I’d been
making mountains
out of dark clouds.
JDG
Every day, throughout the day,
if only for
a minute, I
want to find my
way back to what the poet calls
the still point of
this turning world.
And in that pause
of sound and motion, I mean
to rest, gently
setting aside
do and much ado.
JDG
Once the rain has stopped, but before
the sky is clear,
there is a time
of wondering
just how the day will go. Is this
a lull before
another surge
or will the clouds
soon clear? It’s really hard to know
when everywhere
you look there’s grey,
but still no rain.
JDG
The day slipped from grey to black with
not a glimmer
of sun or star.
Memory keeps
their light alive until day’s sky
shines with new gold
and night’s sparkle
comes back. Til then
we hunker down, drawn together
by our own light
and fire of
our own making.
JDG
The sun never sets the same way
twice. An endless
variety
closes out the day.
Sometimes a slow fade marks the end.
Other times the
sky explodes with
gold. Back-lit clouds
may shimmer pink, a curtain of
grey may hide an
exit, but a
comeback’s always
waiting off stage.
JDG
As the day slowly slides into
light, a young deer
stands looking out
into the mist,
as do I. What the young deer is
thinking I do
not know, but my
thoughts turn to dark
and light and the slow shift of time.
Still, this autumn
the leaves seem to
be turning fast.
JDG
The day began in misery,
largely of my
own making, but
the arrival
of the sun brought much-needed light
and warmth. Power
couple that they
are, clarity
and kindness opened up a way
for me to open
too and let that
damp fog dissipate.
JDG