to see
Posted in me, seeing on February 19, 2008 | 2 Comments »
to see the world
not as a pyramid
where many must be on the bottom
so that a few can be on top,
but as a circle,
a weaving,
a dance of life.
Archive for the ‘me’ Category
Memories - eleven years old. “Sanctuary”
Posted in Memories, me on October 29, 2006 | No Comments »
Running -
out the back door
across the yard
through the cornfield
down the banks of the ravine
past stinging nettles.
* * *
Down, down to the creek,
and the great, gray rock
that formed an island
in the trickling water.
* * *
Sitting alone,
on the rough stone,
enveloped by the cool, green stillness
of my sanctuary.
The store
Posted in me on October 1, 2006 | No Comments »
A place where things are stored
until we need them.
Or think we do.
Sunset
Posted in me on October 1, 2006 | No Comments »
Chorus of light
sings the evening benediction.
Memories - ten years old
Posted in Memories, me on September 30, 2006 | 1 Comment »
Finding words that rhyme with “at”
(The fat cat sat on the mat.
The rat ate my flat hat.)
Ten year old me,
perched in a tree.
Writing poetry.
small things that might save us
Posted in me on August 18, 2006 | No Comments »
Baking bread.
Tending a garden.
An outstretched hand.
A smile.
Sincere questions:
”How do you feel about that?”
“What do you think?”
A listening heart.
Everything that lives is holy
Posted in me on August 8, 2006 | 1 Comment »
William Blake said, “Everything that lives is holy.”
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Leaf, ant, flea
camel, cow,
you, me.
Holy.
