Though the depths have much to offer,
diving is not
necessary
to enter the
very heart of things. Right here, right
now, when I see
you gently lift
the fallen bird,
our hearts join the heart beating at
the center of this
prismatic world
and we are one.
JDG
Bits and pieces of blue dot the
roadside, joining
white and golden
hues. It appears
Chicken Little was right after
all. The sky has
fallen. Fragments
of clouds and sun
and pure blue space lie scattered and
renamed dandelion,
bachelor’s buttons
and Queen Anne’s Lace
JDG
“I’m an elephant among cranes,”
I thought as I
unsteadily
lifted one foot
and balanced meditatively
on the other
in my practice
group this morning.
The image brought a smile and
a greater ease.
Light acceptance
rebalanced me.
JDG
To be or not to be is not
the question I
need most to ask.
I’ve answered that,
and now I’m left to ponder, as
I go about
my day: “What am
I saying yes
to at this very moment?” What
do my actions,
my thoughts, my words
say I affirm?
JDG ( With thanks to Charles Eisenstein, author of The Yoga of Eating )
Apparently the word went out
and a critter
council was held,
as it often
is, in the early morning haze.
Crows, woodpeckers
and jays chimed in,
frogs opined, bees
buzzed, dogs barked, and even the cows
agreed – it was
time for the sun
to fully shine.
JDG
Two stories, much in the news of
late, tell of kids
going full out
to run a race.
One boy with cerebral palsy,
given a chance
to sit things out,
chose instead to
give his all. Following him,
his classmates cheered
and when he crossed
the finish line,
they were there to give high fives.
A high school girl,
having won one
race and running
another, saw a fellow runner fall
and helped her up
and across the
line before she crossed herself –
spontaneous
acts of kids fit
to lead us all.
JDG
He wasn’t being invited
to chase rainbows.
He was just asked
to pause and view
the multicolored arch outside
our office door.
Banking business
was on his mind
as he grinned, glanced, and hurried on
in search of rainbows
of a very
different kind.
JDG
You seemed quite an ordinary
bird as you pecked
along the ground.
Average sized
and nondescript, you blended in.
I would have passed
on by, taking
little note, but
suddenly you unfurled yourself
and flew, white striped
wings glistening
in evening sun.
JDG
As the mist on the pond slowly
shifts and the blue
sky of early
morning eases
into softer shades, I long to
shift too. The pond
and sky have no
places to go,
no hurried sense of urgency.
They simply are
and so I want
to learn to be.
JDG
In the early morning quiet,
before day shakes
itself awake,
a single bird
begins to sing and a lone squirrel
leaps. Waking up
is done alone
though others may
nudge us out of sleep and into
community
with all who share
this sacred space.
JDG
