Wednesday, May 25, 2022

Lesson From an Iceberg

What we see and know is always only partial.

The unseen we invest with assumptions we dress as truth.

To judge another—such a weighty, preposterous act,

none of us worthy to undertake.

 

Awareness is not full knowing, but rather

knowing that we don’t know much at all.

To live in bliss is to accept myself and others

at face value, allowing for the mystery lying beneath.

Wednesday, May 18, 2022

Dreams

 And now the grain of sand becomes sand again,

And you stand on some mountain road weeping.

                                                            --From “The Face in the Toyota” by Robert Bly

 

Why the weeping? Is it loss of the dreams

for life and love held close in younger years,

or tears shed when what seems transcendent disappoints?

Life’s reality, either way, is different than expected.

Loss is a part of life, but bitter still, even when accepted. We hope

for the dream but it plays out incomplete

or not at all. Better to look

closer in, to find joy in smaller things, in the

present moment. Joy persists, though at times, unexpected,

the dreams will resurface,

their own persistence bringing tears for what was not.

Thursday, May 5, 2022

Cracks

Only in snatches of thought, brief

moments when emotion cracked

the thick shell of duty, did I

consider escape. To walk away

wasn’t reasonable and I fed

reason with my life. Cracks, however,

have a way of growing, often

imperceptibly, until one day

things break wide open.

 

When it happened, reason

reached for the spackle, but

emotion said, “No. It is time

to live,” and soul

poured through the cracks,

free.

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

Reclaiming Myself

You rejected me, hoping, I suppose, to punish me,

maybe to force me to shrink to a size you could manage—

small enough to control,

small so you would always be bigger.

 

I knew that smallness, lived it for years,

diminished by your put-downs, the guilt you

laid on my shoulders to keep me

shrunken, less than, making me think it was

benevolent of you to love me.

 

Your big threats stirred something in me,

something that had not dried up by your abuse

and I rose up by your rejection,

reclaimed myself, set myself free.

There was enough of me without you,

more than enough to thrive, to shine,

to live fully alive.

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Origin

 

Happy are those who trust in the Lord,

   who rely on the Lord.

They will be like trees planted by the streams,

   whose roots reach down to the water.

They won’t fear drought when it comes,

   their leaves will remain green.

They won’t be stressed in the time of drought

   or fail to bear fruit.

                                           Jeremiah 17:7-8

 

Down—the unlikely way to go,

but it is where the water of life dwells.

My roots went down to the Source and I found

my origin: to be one with nature, to play

outdoors, to see the world with child’s awe.

I am reborn by descent. I lived serious

far too long.

Now is the time to play, to be curious,

to live in wonder.

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Pond

Though stillness seems to define its surface,
a closer look gives hints of what lies beneath.
Small fish, tiny I should say, active at the surface,
create sparkles as they pop up to feed, and less frequently
a splash speaks of larger ones deeper within.
Unseen current, life force, revealed in the sound
of water through the dam pipe
reminds me that this is not the same water I saw yesterday
and will be different tomorrow and the day after that.
Is this how my unconscious looks to God?
Is this the point of pure nothingness that surfaces 
in dreams I don’t recall?

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

March Ferns

 

Coming up a rise in the trail I spied them,

poised, still life of a dance beginning.

Some stick-straight except for their fiddle heads

bent in a formal bow as if preparing to contradance.

Others, more unfurled, a bit wilder, looser,

looking almost raucous in their heady celebration of spring.

It is this dance I want to join, moving loose, lanky, free,

intoxicated by new life, waving wantonly in the spring breeze.