My Soul In Silence Waits

The Meadow (Summer Solstice Meditation)

I hear the unblown flute, In the deep summer shadows … — Basho As we walk into words that have waited for us to enter them, so the meadow, muddy with dreams, is gathering itself together and trying, with difficulty, to remember how to make wildflowers…

A Blessing for One Who is Exhausted

When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless, increasing weight, The light in the mind becomes dim. Things you could take in your stride before Now become…

That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water and I heard the voice of the world speak out, I knew then, as I had before life is no passing memory of what has been nor the remaining pages in a great book waiting to be read. It’s the opening of … Continue reading “The Opening of Eyes …”

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