To love and be loved
To hold and be held
To attend to and be attended to so sweetly
To have direct experience
of the core of all that one desires so fully
Who would say no to this offering?
Knowing it is to be bittersweet in the earthly plane
I will tell myself as many times as I must
I love and release
I love and release
I love and release
And the taste of honey
is on my tongue once more
And I know I have been visited again
by the Spirit of Guidance
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
By Wendell Berry
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
By Wendell Berry
From Collected Poems (North Point Press) © 1985
haikus for the dulcimer
Off center, golden
stonework crawls up the walls
ivy vines made of shale
108 strings to tune
a devotional practice
tuning in for God
A few missed notes
part of the beauty that is
true live music played
8.17.08
stonework crawls up the walls
ivy vines made of shale
108 strings to tune
a devotional practice
tuning in for God
A few missed notes
part of the beauty that is
true live music played
8.17.08
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Hope and Optimism
"The difference between hope and optimism: Optimism is based on the facts - it looks pretty good out there and it's going to get better. Whereas hope - it doesn't look good at all, but we're going to take the leap of faith to create new visions based on possibilities that become contagious to encourage people to engage in rogue actions always against the odds, no guarantee whatsoever, that's hope."- Cornel West
How often has hope served me. -Deborah
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
haikus after morning's walking meditation
morning's light falls soft
on dewed grass that calls to birds
the worms await you
messenger birds seek
and find with every inquiry
fresh morsels of life
would i rather be
the bird or the worm this morn
eating or eaten?
so long as i am
moving toward the One i have
no real preference
on dewed grass that calls to birds
the worms await you
messenger birds seek
and find with every inquiry
fresh morsels of life
would i rather be
the bird or the worm this morn
eating or eaten?
so long as i am
moving toward the One i have
no real preference
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