The Floating Leaves Strayed

The floating leaves

strayed from the straight

and wrote in cursive

across the river's surface.

What words were written,

I can not say,

but the poetry was just as clear as

the sun's sparkles

playing over the water.

I was blinded with an insight

Which I could neither bear

nor understand.

I still am blinded.

Be The Light

In the midst of a dark night

count the stars and rely upon them

call upon the moon and its

certain return

hold hands

stand tall

walk carefully

but surely.

The Ground is beneath you.

Count on it.

Don't be afraid.

Or

be afraid

and trust your friends,

remember

that you have each other

In the midst of a dark night

cope

adapt

let your eyes adjust

and listen

listen

listen!

In the midst of a dark night

Be the Light

Even if you have to bring the sun

yourself.

The Universe, Implied

The sun is written

on each crevice

on each leaf

fresh and green upon the tree

or dry and brown upon the ground

and the universe

implied

between the lines

A Season of Lengthening Days

We live in

a season of lengthening days

We must believe this to be true

Even when the skies whisper gray doubt

and the streams run slow and
ice-covered

Black Water Running Slow

Black water running slow and steady

on a quiet and gray evening

leaves floating atop the creek

unsupported by anything in this whole world

like ghosts, like memories...

Mad Lilies

In spite of the dark in the sky
and the stones on the ground,
she danced like mad lilies
in a storm
Her bare feet fearless
in her persistent determination

Welcome

Welcome.

I am entering this space to collect and gather,
share and ponder,
to name and remember.

I invite you to walk with me
if you wish.

I have found that I find
great comfort
in walks through woods
along streams 
and up hills

watching sunsets
and foggy mornings
sitting in the rain
and praying in the deep reverence
of a new snow fall

and for years I've collected and gathered
stories and thoughts
words and images

I'll begin sharing them here.

Walk with me.

There is a Wild-ness

There is a wild-ness

in every step we take

if wild, we seek to be...