Paradox of creation
Frenetic action
A desperate striving, urging
Do more
Quiet allowing
Moment by moment, guiding
Be more
Conflicted.
As the moon
draws the ocean tides,
fall trees paint the hills
a palette of amber, mustard,
and auburn,
and a collage of spring blooms
glisten in the morning dew,
Relax in a gentle knowing
Like water lilies on a grand canvas
Brush stroke by brush stroke
A masterpiece is unfolding.
moments, cherished few
whispering to be noticed
ever-present time
Clouds release pressure
Intent to nourish and cleanse
A downpour of tears
Sparklers shimmer
in the night
The sizzle and crack
mesmerize all
Aliveness dances
in dynamic starbursts
Her face glows
iridescent against
the dark backdrop
Angelic
The fire burns toward
its inevitable end
A pause,
another is lit
Sparklers shimmer
in the night
Little spirit, what can we do today?
She giggles, thank-you for asking
Remember the peace before awareness
Play and laugh!
Enjoy the light of day
Embrace bright colours
Be joyful and exuberant
Wiggle and shake!
Discover new experiences
Savour tastes, scents, and textures
Love and honour others
Please stay awake!
Remember I am here when you get busy
I will give you strength
Pause and breathe deeply at least once each day
She giggles, thank-you for asking
‘This may be the last time I see you.
I’m so glad you came.’
The trip was a whirlwind,
but of course we made it.
She was the same as I remembered,
a bit crass and a lot stubborn,
proud of the life she had made,
reminding us to focus on what matters.
‘Breathe the joys of life deep into your Self’
Family. Friends. Home.
‘Breathe out life’s expectations’
Title. Status. Money.
‘Does a fancy car or impressive title define you?
Are you what you have,
what you do?
Something else entirely, perhaps?’
The countryside, as we drove,
a pine tree blanket over lush hills,
exposed the river now and then,
signs of moose crossings dotted our path.
We never did see a moose,
but we did, for a brief time, get a window
into another world, one of simply living,
a reminder to focus on what matters.
We may not see her again.
She will be cherished, always reminding us,
‘Life is lived somewhere between
the in-breath and the out-breath.’
We’re so glad we went.
Today, tomorrow, yesterday. Now.
A daisy in full bloom
calling a bumble bee
to its nectar-filled heart.The radiance of the sun
peeking through shape-shifting clouds
against a cerulean canvas
encouraging a seedling into being.Dandelion wisps
dancing on the wind
blown from their
stable stem.A world in motion
evolving with effortless creation.
Life flowing along the
stream of now.
