Tuesday, September 22, 2015

cold frame

Something new is occurring here
It is calling me into daylight and fresh air

A call to be as near as is possible, 
with all my attention, 
to what is 
here
now.

There is a man in my life
Outside my window
Building a cold frame for our winter salads
In the sun
In the fall wind

Far from what I fear or doubt
I’m called from inside to meet outside
inside is outside
This is the new world
The gold purse is mine.

The sound of the saw is piercing the air.

There is honey in a man moving in the morning sun.

Friday, September 18, 2015

an invitation



surrender
is invited in this moment
and the next

my heart breaks
to be given over
endlessly
how
ever

through laughter
and precious awareness
of love's gift.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

the wave

the wave
i feel the wave
wanting its full cresting

the wave is wanting to crest fully

we move in her

He sets mouse traps and takes them away if they work.
He brought me a shovel for my garden, long handled with a small sharp blade.
He does our dishes.
Watching him make my morning coffee endears me to his attentiveness and care.

On the shifting scale of a moments vast embrace
We play
in love 
in life 
and in dying.

The air cools as fall arrives.

In my heart was the key 
to see 
it’s here.

I wanted everything.
World without end.



On the shifting scale of a moments vast embrace
We play
in love 
in life 
and in dying.

The air cools as fall arrives.



I tell the truth 
again and again.
even when I can't make sense of what it is,
he listens.



we carry the seeds for everything that is wanted.
she She me you You
beloved Beloved
sister. brother.
precious life.

we move in Her.