For the most part I am happy in my solitude.But sometimes I need the force of her countervailing windsto make sense of it all. Not lost for words,I can always fill the silence,but not always find the wayto match the tilt of the sailsto an impending dilemma. She would call my namein one of theContinue reading “Sailing in Circles”
Author Archives: Dan R.
Ghosts
Ghosts, yes, I talk to them all the time, and yes, they talk back. Where do they live? Deep inside of me, their homes were etched over decades, and both the content of their character and the nuance of their voices have filled their cavernous homes to the brim, and so conversation is quite easy.Continue reading “Ghosts”
The Monkey
I think and talk about my spiritual journey most every day. The books I read and listen to and the workshops I attend all focus on the serenity of the mind observed. With practice, the monkey if not gone completely will at least be clothed in a red vest, holding a dented tin cup, dashingContinue reading “The Monkey”
Mowers and Blowers
Meditations in a Suburban Landscape I cherish the time I spend with my Sangha. The Buddha would laugh at the little boxes its members fill on my screen, some I have been fortunate enough to share space with, others familiar to me though I have never had the chance to embrace them. This summer hasContinue reading “Mowers and Blowers”
Absence in Two Takes
One The dimensions of your absence are infinite. I smile now at my attempts to measure it from within, when the space we filled left no room to stand back and look. Shrieks and screams, laughter and lovemaking, the long years of raising our sons, now men with children of their own. I have comeContinue reading “Absence in Two Takes”
Legacy
Einstein once wrote to a friend, “People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live. What I mean is we never cease to stand like curious children before the great Mystery into which we were born.” While parts of me, many partsContinue reading “Legacy”
Sunday Morning
My companions as dawn breaks this Sunday morning are the birds serenading me and the rabbit breaking his fast on the clover scattered across my yard. I sit above the fray, listening to Lay, Lady, Lay, Dylan’s most melodious singing of his career. A little blackbird with a luminescent sheen perches on the high railing,Continue reading “Sunday Morning”
Ode to Peace
They told me you were stillness: the lake with no wind, the held breath, the shut door, the white and waiting room where nothing is allowed to move. I believed them and searched for the place where everything stops. But I found you instead under a palm laid flat on my chest, a slow breathContinue reading “Ode to Peace”
Whisper My Name
Just one more embrace one more caress. To hear you sigh, to see your lips form an oh, and then to hear you whisper my name into the darkness of the night.
Trying
The sky is still this morning, white, grey clouds with an icing of pink are fixed in place as if they had been hung in the sky as part of a grand design. Except for the soft cooing of an owl there is a stillness that belies the storm that tore limbs from trees andContinue reading “Trying”