Watching / Writing

Watch your thoughts as they pass

Let them go

Release them

No feeling is final

You are water

There is always much to learn

and relearn over and over

Life is made of endless lessons

Even ones you have lived through

must be lived again

Learn new ways to see

Learn new ways to think

Find strength in hardship

We are brave

We are strong

to have come this far

There is goodness

There is kindness 

which lives in you

Reach into that 

Think of your Mother

Think of your Father

What they have sacrificed

What they have made

against all odds

What they have given

Such gifts give life

What do you desire

To find your place

To be of use

To help

To give a hand 

as you have been

Reach out to help

Reach out to receive

You are human

You are no island

Remember this

There is no shame

in asking for help

There is no shame in 

expressing emotions

You are human

Joy and despair

Hope most of all

beating within

These early mornings

Watching the darkness

turn away to light

So it must always be

Saturday Morning in Early Spring

After darkness comes morning

Smalls acts of our ordinary lives

A plate of breakfast

Branches aching to burst

Two Pieces

Is the view from here always so clear

How far can we see

Can we look into forever

Sun and breeze flowing 

This is the feel of life

Let it fill each breath

Do memories haunt or do they linger

Are they welcomed 

or are they interlopers

What is the lesson

What is the gift

they wish to bestow

Ask them

Expect no response

Figure it out yourself

The View

What matters most comes into view

When you see it you will know

It is what you have been searching for

When it is here you will make choices

you had long delayed 

When it is here the difficulty will fall

away into acceptance 

Then the work begins anew

Building

Can we build together?

What are we building?

A life. Everything.

Building with each passing day.

Building with words,

building with actions,

building with kind looks,

building with kisses,

building through hardship,

building through success,

building with every moment.

Let us create that which endures.

What do we wake from?

What do wake into?

What is the space between?

We are who we have

We will give everything

We are who we have

The music is coming through you

I can hear it in your voice

What will you do with your song

I will listen if you let me near

Soft notes filling air and ears

A song called into being

Snow is melting 

Your heart gladdens

Sun needn't be a memory

Winter Hour

Where are the deer at this hour in winter?

Where do they go for warmth?

Do they feel this cold as we do?

They have not all disappeared.

I wish to know but I must settle

for in complete knowledge

at least for know

We are not meant

to know all. 

For You and Danny

I sent you a message

You called me right away

I didn't expect

to hear your voice so soon

You asked if it was intuition

or if I had heard the news

I said intuition

You told me your brother

died last night in hospital

That all of you were 

by his side as he transitioned

Tears, disbelief, relief

all gave way to one another

and back again

You said he had been ill

He had been worsening

I could say nothing

He was only in his fifties

He was young

You are mourning

the loss of a future

You told your children

and they cried too

Your daughter said

it was a sad Friday

and you said yes it was

I'm writing this 

the morning after

our conversation

in the dark just before 

the sunrise 

A million more things

I could say 

But I told you

I love you

and you said it back

and 

Para Mi Esposa

Yes I love you

How long we have loved

and endured

What is a lifetime

Still the noise of this world 

Guide your heart to a place of rest

Let silence overtake you

Strings Singing

I hear the bowing of the cello

as strings sing 

Waves crest and trough 

through my heart

Does happiness take work

When I listen it comes

When I close my eyes

I see it before me

Are you breathing

Don't hold your breathe

Don't clench that jaw

Listen listen listen

over and over 

as much as needed

Listen listen listen

What is time and distance

with memory alive

to bridge the gaps 

between us

Hooves

It has been snowing overnight

I've woken late

The night yet lingers

Are there hoof prints in the snow?

Somewhere 

Somewhere

Cello

What dream is this

to wake to a cello

playing Bach 

in the forest

How strange

This is no dream

Fingers moving

over the neck

Bow angling

back and forth

What patience

What mastery

You have wished

to learn to master

What secret dream

There is yet time

A Friend

What has changed over these many years?

Many things, if not everything.

This desire, so stubborn, so bullheaded,

yet remains.

To sit here, to ponder, to wonder,

to watch the branches of the trees,

and dream of others places, 

other people, and other times. 

To find the words as they venture forth

and give them form and life.

Or is it the other way around?

Tea Leaf Fortune Teller

Steam is escaping the kettle.

The cup waits in anticipation.

The tea is indifferent.

Life is changing states.

What comes next

is entirely predictable.

Un Autre An

we are still here

walking the path

looking everywhere

feeling everything

breathing

are you