Saturday, January 27, 2018

How Deep Is the Snow in the Himalayas?

How deep is the snow in the Himalayas?
Will the people have water?
Will the glaciers rebuild?

not in our life times

not in our life times

I envision a day:
all the children have a village
all the elders have a voice

I envision a night:
all beings respect
the source of all things

From whom we emerge
and to whom we return,
breathe bone and hear the fire

Listen, watch, feel: We flow again.
Remember. Remember. Remember.
This body is water.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Gratitude for Tumalo Falls


 The crown of your heart bubbles and
 roars and moves like galloping
 horses flowing over mossy smooth
 rock with wild excitement
 only to drop, drop, fall over cliffs to
 canyons far, far below.You speak of
 Spring, of abundant potential, of
 life-giving waters so clear they reflect
 the colors of the sky.You speak
 Life, and we drink from your cup.

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Taste Test

I want to touch the cup
that your lips kissed
this morning.

I want you to share with me
the sweet beverage
of your experience.

I want you to fill my cup:
I empty it for You,
that I may taste

where you've been
and who you are.

Speak to me.
I listen.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

The In-Between Silent Places

I am a thirsty, thirsty Earth
craving the penetrating tendrils
of your roots.

What do you stand for?
Stand in me
and know your strength.

Day turns to night
and night brings music
from the in-between silent places.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Thousand Dandy Lions

I have been
a thousand dandelion seeds
taken by the wind
settling to earth
and now just emerging,
tender tendrils
with the Spring melt.

I was encased by
a thousand protective shells,
and now I am open,
bursting,
vulnerable,
soaking in
the sun.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

You Inspire Me

Playing in the lines
of light and shadow,
the world
runs with water

while the wind is a tide in the pines,
while the flat-needled fir sways
and the spruce wears a shawl of droplets
singing in the sun.

You inspire me
as we listen
to all the sounds of
silence-that-is-not-silence.

You inspire me
to Be.