Arising was harder than usual today.
Wasp clips my head in warning.
No more fussing and stop the delay.
Upstair I stagger meditation morning.
The sleep was ocean deep and mountain calm
as I meditated on goodness alone.
Shaking off the bird coo and hissing wave balm,
as cold shower streams pierce my waking bones.
The Nica forest quiet and asleep
fill my offering bowls overflowing.
Incense, prostration, posturing my heaps.
Enfolded anchors against winds blowing.
Embouchuring my cracked lips with great saints.
Worlds born from colors, these prayers are my paint.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Cracker Barrel Controversy
I've eaten at Cracker Barrel several times, usually b/c it's someone else's idea. My dad and grandma LOVED going there, so I wo...
-
"I am that I AM" אהיה אשר אהיה -Exodus 3:14 I'm doing research on The Holocaust. In 2013 the world will mark the 80th...
-
Fear is the cheapest room in the house I would like to see you living In better conditions, for your mother and my mother Were friends. ...
-
1. YADDO Deadline: January 5th Website: https://www.yaddo.org/apply/guidelines/ Artists who qualify for Yaddo residencies are working a...
No comments:
Post a Comment