in the oak leaf’s golden goblet
diamond dust and light
an offering to the gods of winter
The Path
humble muddy beginnings
give rise to the feat of floating
God’s Eye
the divine watcher
opens the day
with light
Hold to Thee
snow holds to the leaf
the leaf holds to the branch
the branch holds to the tree
as spirit holds to thee
bare tree blue sky
reaching
up, up, up
this is worship
Seeing Through
trees teach
how letting go
makes room for more
Spirit Guide
like a japanese scroll
an image unfolds
the heron emerges
from mist and weeds
Practice
the field mowed in circles
a meditation on fall
Seeker
Blue heron inhabits
this world and the other.
Blessings
Stone Buddha
permanent practice
of impermanence
Meditation of the Trees
The birch waves her prayer flags
each flutter a devotion
to the divine.
In The Hush
Quietly beauty cloaks the land
allowing the silence of the soul to speak.
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Gift
Another day begins
with the light of the divine.
Ikebana
Arranged by the Great Spirit
everything in nature
embodies balance and harmony.
Silent Music
In the quiet white of flakes descending
my heart beats in perfect rhythm
with the universe.
Teaching Tree
Reshaped by time and weather
my mentor on the mountain
asks me to look deeper and see through.
Hallelujah
The glory
of goodness
surrounds us.
Nearness
You know the divine.
It radiates light and calls you to it.
Sometimes its name is beauty.
Arrival
At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.
Thankfulness
In all her dazzling displays and subtle simplicities
nature’s ever evolving beauty nurtures
the ability to be grateful.
Opening
the entrance to the marsh
calls
be part of the peacefulness
In the Highest
Heaven’s joy
reaches out to us
in an extravagance of colors.
Encounter
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
Connection
The bench by the pond
my meeting place with God.
Holy Leaf
in its missing parts
resides another part of its magnificence.
Fallen
There is no failure in falling.
While the descent may be hard
repose eventually softens all difficulty.
This is the grace of transformation.
Spirit in Clouds
During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.
Nature’s Classroom
Fall illustrates
with astounding beauty and inevitable departures
the lesson of impermanence.
Impermanence
The sky is my teacher
offering lessons in
fleeting, ephemeral, perfection.
Communion
A blossom speaks my prayer for me.
May I share my best
and leave a legacy of loveliness.
