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Category Archives: Poetry
Another cold grey sunday morning. The street is wet because of the melting snow and the rain last night and this early morning. Strange to think that there is a certain kind of eloquent thinness in this landscape that I … Continue reading
I know how it feels to look out the window and see a grey sky and naked trees on a quiet Saturday of a cold February afternoon. I do not see any birds. But I am fully aware of a … Continue reading
A solitary bird, a brown leaf in the dead of winter, and a black & white photograph of a flower arrangement in an old container. They all speak in silence to the human heart.
It is in knowing that leads to deep understanding because the wise heart knows because the wise heart can identify the intimacy of even a shaft of light to darkness.
It is in faint whispering that we hear and feel the soft brush of tenderness that is revealed in emptiness and loneliness through the poetry of the heart. It is a gift.
It is that shaft of sunlight that tells the whole story, hoping yet fleeting.
I was deeply moved to silence by these last two lines from Mary Oliver’s poem, The Summer Day: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” I put down the book, opened … Continue reading
There are times when I walk there is no path and the walk creates the path. There are times there are paths when I walk and I just deeply surrender. Moments of creation, acts of surrendering, choices of the heart, … Continue reading
I wake up to the call of the silence of spring and yet I can still feel the coldness of winter. This I call deep love. It lingers.