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”
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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
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.
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.
In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack,in a dream, still calls your name.The scroll that holds the doings of our fifty years,on spindly legs, walks aimlessly in circles and does the same. I nursed you when you fell ill—I’ve no one else to blame.I tried so hard to catch youwhen youContinue reading “In a Dream”
Morning Quartet
Before DawnThe silence of your absencegrows louder each dayThe process of aging relentlessThe pain of loss and the vagaries of beingLeave me wondering why First LightWithout rhyme or reason,I rise with creaks and groans,and ponder the evil intentof the author of the NY Times puzzle du jour,before sitting down to write,my life and times DaylightTheContinue reading “Morning Quartet”
Gratitude – In Three Parts: A Prayer, A Practice, A People
Part One – Angels If I’m not being guided by angels, I don’t know what to tell youEverywhere I go, everywhere I turn,I am finding new souls to connect with,on a level that, for most folks,happens once in a lifetime.This is not a soliloquy,on the oddity of this experience,but a prayer of thanks,an ode toContinue reading “Gratitude – In Three Parts: A Prayer, A Practice, A People”
Love Eternal
Close your eyes and hear these words As if they were skillful strokes Of a paint filled brush that draws upon the canvas of your inner being. In hopes that the images that arise evoke a catch in the throat and a pull at your heart strings all to convey like a starry night theContinue reading “Love Eternal”
A Place for Doves
Through winter’s mist and gentle rainI walk the cobbled path to visit my beloved—A pilgrimage of sorts these past few years.Three angels perch atop the oval columbarium,Keeping watch over the niches where they rest. That unfamiliar word, gifted to us by the Romans,Columba, meaning “dove,” and arium, “a place for.”A place for doves—I smile atContinue reading “A Place for Doves”