Big Dance
Woodpecker taps
making rhythms in his head
Cricket chirps
keeping love’s time
with his legs
Listen to the heartbeat
Love’s rhythm is for dancing
in the Big Dance
Truth Expressed
Sally forth! or is that sully fourth?
or perhaps silly mirth?
or, in my case, girly worth?
It really matters not which words are used
to describe our doing (let alone our being)
What does matter is the actual state
of the truth, as it is expressed
in this moment and the next
You could say it’s all Love
Plains of Love
In the company of horses
we can ride the plains of love
Seeking the one enthralling vista
where misted mountains
hug chilled and pristine lakes
Or on mundane Mondays
we can ride the dusty trail
past the old abandoned well
…………………………
On a steed of strength and power
allowing free rein
we can experience the wildness
as we can gallop through unknown terrain
Springing Spring
Speaking with Tulips
I headed out for my daily 20 minute walk with camera in hand. It was an hour before I got back home. I was certain that it was only 15 or 20 minutes. I fell in love with the gardens in the neighborhood. I fell head over heels.
Contemplation
How may days spent in contemplation
with only the One foremost in the mind?
A few moments here, several there
perhaps a retreat of hours or days
now and again, at some point
Still, like the mustard seed faith
or the scientific magic of leverage
the power of a single moment
plugged into the silence
– the sacred silence in the Presence –
moves mountains of sludge
and self-willful thinking
into the light of Love
