The Seeker

Oh yes

You will have to search

and even when you think

you have found it

you will have to start again

Keep your eyes open

Keep looking

Its always near

and just 

out of sight

Steadfast

This is not the same world

you were born into

This is the same world

you were born into

It is both things

You can see 

the contradiction

You can feel it 

It is no less true

Are you the same child

who learned to ride a bike

Has that person changed

What has changed

We move forward

adding and discarding

Those who loved us

when we arrived

will not be here 

when we leave

Who will

Who will we see go

before us

Always adding

Always subtracting

Watching the seasons

steadfast in their 

routines 

Tick Tock

Pushing back 

each moment

just a little further

until finally

you have no choice

except to act

Echoing

Have you ever heard

the song of the Universe

echoing through morning

as deer walk past the pond

on an ordinary May Day?

Bounding

A few days ago I watched as a deer

bounded across the road

and ran by the pond 

skirting around its edge

as it went on its way

What was its hurry

What was the danger

Where did it feel safe 

I wonder these things

and know those answers

are not for me to have

Not everything 

should be known

Let there be mystery

in the small corners 

of this world

What should we call ourselves

after all this time

after all we have survived 

after all we have endured

Think on it

Give it time

April Morning

Early morning

I hear the chirping

from the branches

I hear you

Yes I hear you

I think about you

I write about you

Little Bird

in the branches

waking the day

greeting your kin

I needed your reminder

Dead Hand

Why do you wait for the days to pass

Why not seek out what you long for

These days are too brief

This time all too fleeting

Do not live only in memory

You can only learn so much

from the dead hand of the past

Let the present be your 

perpetual teacher

morning

late winter

spring comes near

open 

After the Storm

After the storm

White 

Stillness

Snow falling 

from a branch

The pond 

frozen over

Before the Dawn

Dawn is barely waking up

I've been awake just long enough

Stillness of morning filling me

A day of rest ahead of me

I allow gratitude to fill 

the spaces in my heart

It spreads and spurns me on

Near the Beginning

Sitting here year after year

Morning after morning

Night after night

Being born again

Light emerges slowly

It always emerges

It always finds you