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.
Saturday, January 27, 2018
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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