Luminosity
texture air and light a thousand worlds unfurl rising in golden dust mornings blue and solace soft loll in velvet intangible prayers exalted Continue reading Luminosity
Tag: Nature
Morning Meditation
Humidity hangs in the air like a wet dishrag on the kitchen sink, but as the sun breaks over the church steeple, the air becomes more delicate and a slight breeze ruffles the banana leaves. Only a ship’s horn on the river breaks the relative silence of a city morning. Continue reading Morning Meditation
Morning Meditation
The air of this late spring morning feels untouched and smells of the sweet perfume of possibility, clear and utopian. I want to grab this time and wrap it around my body, luxuriating in the ‘Now’ of it, rubbing it into every pore, plumping my skin with its temperate gentleness to last through summer’s fire and the rain-whipped rage of the season that shall go un-named. Continue reading Morning Meditation
Morning Meditation
I wake to the sound of seagulls laughing, they float against the sky riding currents from another land. The air is moist and smells of the Gulf, memories of sand and waves. Continue reading Morning Meditation
Morning Meditation
Toots skas my eyes open, the dog digs in the freshly laid mulch , Cardinals twerp, twerp, twerp: The birdfeeder is empty! Two flies play tic tac toe on my elbow. Shoo! Hit rewind, it’s a new day Continue reading Morning Meditation
Wiggle-Waggle
The dragonfly buzzes about minding its own business, iridescent wings flashing in the sunlight. Humans shuffle along the dirty sidewalk, tied down by the vitriol dripping from their mouths. _______________________________ This poem was inspired by the poetry of Ko Un which I just discovered thanks to Via Negativa and I’ve been devouring as much of his work as I can find on the internet today. I highly recommend reading Via Negativa, the website of poet Dave Bonta and contributing poet Luisa Igloria whose work I adore. Their site is on my Google reader and I read them every single day … Continue reading Wiggle-Waggle
Up One Day, Down the Next
A frog croaks in my backyard, he knows the rains are coming. Another joins in and they sing a chorus separately and together. The air is ripe with humidity, moments suspended in invisible droplets. The rains are coming and all I want to do is sleep. Continue reading Up One Day, Down the Next
Late Afternoon Meditation
The magnolia tree drops its leaves in April because it can. Big brown crunchy leaves drop like bombs on every little struggling green shoot in the earth trying to raise its winter weak head above the crust. The magnolia doesn’t care. Its huge cupped blooms raise creamy jubilation to the sky while strong new green leaves unfurl and challenge the sun. Continue reading Late Afternoon Meditation
Morning Meditation
Pink Amaryllis nods its heavy head, Sword fern rustles and waves in the breeze, Quaker parrots squawk their way across the sky. Good Friday morning. Continue reading Morning Meditation
Morning Meditation
A slow rain falls and thunder rumbles, its sound waves rolling over tree tops and through glass and concrete. Inside, wet dogs lie and coffee percolates. I pull the soft plum fleece up to my chin, dozing to the plink of fat raindrops on the roof. Continue reading Morning Meditation
