Nature’s Silent Tenderness

Let us sit here, you and I,
For the briefest moment
A fleeting pause
In all this movement
All we need to do is sit
Without trying to do anything
And sorry arises by itself

There is a consolation
That exists in nature
In the heart of all things
If you have tasted the deepest silence
You will have touched this

I sat once
Under a eucalyptus tree
On a summer evening
With my lover
In the perfect stillness
Of an english summer
In that beauty
The tree turned its leaves to us
And whispered,
‘Love is inside all things,’
We both cried
With joy and wonder.

New Mexico

We have fallen in love
With enchantment itself
When we set foot
In New Mexico
It was like returning home
For both of us
We saw it in the sky
As the afternoon clouds gathered
To rain love on the dry earth
And felt it underfoot
On the dusty winding trails
It resounded in the curved walls
Of deep orange adobe
And in the very essence of all things
That are born and die there
We saw the rest of our weary days
Spent painting, writing, laughing, walking
Making music
And walking the two dogs
Who would find us
Such a longing has come upon us
For this aloneness
Just kicking around the desert
As the light fades

Make it so…


 

the garden is inside us

there is a fragrant and innocent garden
in each of us
the same garden adam and eve played and loved in
it didn’t vanish
but disappeared deep inside
and became forgotten
as we fell further and further
into the mind’s obsession with itself
we lost the silken and delicate thread
that joins us all together
and now we wander like ghosts
haunted and hungry
with nothing to feed on
but each other

but there is a garden inside us
and all it takes to remember
is a little tenderness
and a little openness
and the garden begins to grow

walk with me
on the gentle grass
in the meadow under the willow
when the hummingbird dances
and the swallows soar
let us celebrate our joyful innocence
and open wonder
my heart aches with this love
knowing the garden is here always

sometimes even the cruelest beings
catch the early morning scent
as it wafts through their heartless lives.

stillness and movement

this morning i looked out
and saw a wondrous sight
this vast empty fullness met me
an ocean stretched out in blue perfection
seemed to kiss the sky as it came down to greet it.
the pacific!
and as i watched it roll and shimmer and crash upon the shore
it seemed so still yet so fluid
such stillness and movement
and i wondered why it is so hard for us
to be like this
today the ocean is my master.

I am in Muir Beach, California.

return of the lovers

quick!
hurry, harken
have you heard the news?
the lovers are back in the garden
returned to innocence
and lost in playful abandon
see them dance through the trees
and sing their songs of naked joy
and freedom
feasting with delight on all god’s fruits
no shame no guilt and nothing wrong
all is well again
the lovers are back in the garden

falling into pisces moon

there she hangs
serene and momentous
powerful beyond measure
calling us
deeper into the darkness

pisces moon
hanging by a thread in the heavens
feeling everything
everywhere

she tugs and pulls
at our fragile hearts
inviting us to break open
and fall into the ocean…

i go willingly
scared but willing
to dissolve
into her

my death is my liberation.

grace – the unseen hand

this morning i saved a spider from death

in the bath

it was struggling terribly

until i reached down and brought it
to a whole new reality

of safety and sunshine

and off it went

of course the spider thought the bath was the world

and it was a matter of life and death

but the spider trusted me

and between his trust
and my action

his life suddenly changed.

i saw myself in that spider
i have felt the same way

as though it’s a matter of life and death
trapped in a hopeless situation

maybe grace is that time
when some mysterious hand reaches down 
and shifts us to a new reality