1The leaves are falling,Yesterday’s dew, white frosting,The heart longs to share. 2I sit cross legged,savoring deep cleansing breaths,eyes closed sight clearing. 3The Buddha dreaming,waiting for the world to wake,I open one eye.
Author Archives: Dan R.
A Love Letter to My Teachers
It’s morning. The radiators are making their gentle symphony for the first time this fall. The day will be filled with writing, learning my piece for my grandson’s important day, bits of work in the morning, acupuncture and food shopping in the afternoon. As usual, my mind is a jumble. I keep thinking about theContinue reading “A Love Letter to My Teachers”
Between The Sound and the River
At daybreak the air holdsa slight chill. There is something about the lighton this fall morning. It will be a good day to ride the trailsthrough the forests nestledbetween the Sound and the river. There is so much beautyto behold, to chase and capture. The other night I caughta Sunflower and the moonin conversation. PerhapsContinue reading “Between The Sound and the River”
Worthy
I close my eyesand see us inour youthful blissbetween thetempest of our teensand our children’s first breath. Friday dinners at our little kitchen tableabove the bridal store in city’s center yet home was anywhereI could gaze into your eyesand watch your lips formone of their thousand shapes. They spoke a language of their own.My heartstringsContinue reading “Worthy”
The Three Marks of Existence
Impermanence: In awe and wonder,snowflakes melting on my tongue,winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self,the river reflects us all,moonlight has wisdom. Dukkha: Our communitylifts life’s burdens from our hearts.now Sukha remains.
An Autumn Kigo
1The morning sun rises,a painted leaf sails downstream,The heron takes flight 2Trees are mirrored,the swan glides in their shadows,rain drops kiss the lake 3Chill autumn morning,her feet skip along the path,a sweet memory
In Memory of a Friend
Oneblush of a fall morn,water leaps from jagged cliffs,birds break the silence Twoin the crisp open field,mourners lean against the wind,the dove lifts in flight Threeat the summer’s end,the red orb against blue sky,seabirds wheel and cry
The New Day Begins
A crimson sunrise,frosted forest fields glisten,a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms,a doe bows at the river,soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged,dark clouds give way to blue skies,eyes closed, time stopped. The kettle whistles,rising from my window seat,the new day begins.
More Angels Than Saints
Wish Filled Thinking
If the laws of physics won’t allow,perhaps the gods and goddesses would bowto my wishes.If I could choose a time, a placeI’d choose eternityin your embrace.