Saturday, January 18, 2020

Each of us a river bed

Each of us a river bed,
Over and through which life is flowing,
Broadening, deepening with the years,
And carrying grains, traces of being
Out into the world.

Friday, January 17, 2020

The truth that lies beneath

Chilled as we are by the incessant rain
Of incendiary posts, articles, and prognostications,
We find it increasingly difficult
To detect even the hazy outlines
Of the truth — whatever it may be —
That lies beneath.

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Our true colors

Who I am, and who you are, and who he is —
Each totally unique and wonderful —
When will we release our need 
To be other than who we were born to be?
When will we relax 
And let our true selves greet the world 
in our own true colors?

Wednesday, January 15, 2020

The Divine has many masks

It would be a mistake to assume
That just because the roof is overgrown with ferns,
And the windows and doors are open,
That this simple hut cannot provide
A shelter from the storm;
That there could be no treasure hidden
In the confines of this space...
So, too, our assumptions regarding
Those we see who may appear
unkempt or vacant may well prove false.
The Divine has many masks.

Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Lies like a blanket of snow

Lies, like snow, reduce the world
To a melody in black and white —
Easy to sing, but harsh and cold;
Potentially deadening.
You’re in or you’re out, you’re right or you’re wrong,
You’re one of us or you’re not.
Truth, like Spring, has a broader range,
Alive with color, warmth, and possibility.

Monday, January 13, 2020

Divine shelter

Like a warm cabin in a snowy forest,
The divine spark within is always waiting 
to welcome our return;
A loving shelter in life’s storms...

Sunday, January 12, 2020

The song in your heart

There’s a song playing, deep in your heart.
Can you hear it? Close your eyes and listen
To the music of the soul. Let it sing to you
Of wholeness, and love, 
and the path you’re meant to follow