bent
blue
broken
I
forget
how
light
I
am
how
made
of
play
Month: April 2017
Benediction
whisper me
over
the waters
of oblivion
so
in the break up
of all
I know
I do not
break down
in letting
go
Let
the other
the utterly
other
stir
simmer
boil
finally
distill
in me
’til love
becomes
thick
rich
quietly
true
out
in
the open
To Listen
fold
without crushing
into quiet
leave
all
device
turn
into
presence
Having
towns have not trains
only their passing
trees have not birds
only their nesting
valleys have not rivers
only their flow
all we have of truth
is its path
and of love
its pull
On Being Held
when done too tightly
I find no rest
when too lightly
I feel like an unwelcome guest
those who free me
hold me best
Meeting the Wind
I am
a child of storm
from under
full of visits
love’s disguises
shoreless
I leave
and leave again
wherever keeping
kills
wherever I
my wind
Butterfly
a zig
of wind
a zag
of now
a Z
of jazz
a Q
of how
To wonder…
is to stand in awe of the ultimate mystery of life and to understand that mystery exists not merely in the ecstatic but in the ordinary daily life. Eliot Deutsch observed that wonder, unlike curiosity, does not try to figure out, or to explain. We do not wonder “at, ” “about,” or “why” —we wonder with.
from Rob Lehman in Seeds of Awakening
Every
bush is a Burning Bush and the world is crowded with God. C.S. Lewis