Appreciating the angelic nature of moths at eventide
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Dharma Glimpse: Learning to Rest
Why rest is not just desirable, but absolutely essential for animals and our own human lives
Leaving the Tunnel
Nothing we see is color Cezanne said that but no one believed him All we really see is light The mineral-laden earth with its zillions of herbal veins and carnivorous flowers mere pinpoints of light reverberations of molecular light adorned with ornaments of human bones
The Chickadees
do not land in my palm because they trust me. I am a phantom they barely notice. They sense my body heat, the blood coaxed through my thin veins like tree sap, and they hear my vibrations, the way Beethoven coped with going deaf, stopping long enough to bathe their tawny-colored tongues with seed, crushed seashells of safflower and thistle, […]
A Mountain Prayer
I kneel so that I may remember thiswithout words, this mountain withouta wasted breath speaks and I want toremember the way I felt listened to. So I close my eyes and breathe in the aroma I smell peeled apple and peppermint, mossand dried roses, orange blossom water in my throatand I taste the words of […]
Promise of Spring
My snow dirtied mind, squandered with rain and dirt,is ready. These ancient trails call my nameand I am ready. To be alone in a temple of deep space, my cardinal ears are ready. Where there is no religion but God and sun and land and the scent of boiled arrowroot,gathering on my neck and chest, I am ready.I am ready.