Reflection

Look out your window

And notice the still quietness

A calm and quiet river

Reflecting back all she sees. 

Trees float gently on her surface

Golden in the early morning light. 

Clouds on the horizon

Puffy cotton gliding lightly on the surface.

And mighty sun, she rises

Orange, red, pink, yellow

Vibrant mirror like presence.

This is the place where fire meets water

The impossible becomes reality

Right before you

River reflects life.

A Dusting of Winter

A dusting of white snow

Falls from the sky

And covers this world

In a beautiful quiet sugar coating

Crystals, clear, white, purity.

A chance now to settle down

Into some winter healing

Playing, resting, cuddling

Yoga before sudden snow squalls

And naps in front of warm fireplaces.

Hot tea to coat the soul

White winter dreams

Emerging through the long, cold, dark nights

Twinkling like the stars

That guide us from above.

It’s just a dusting of snow

For now it’s here

And tomorrow it may be gone

Flying away, melting back to earth

Like the thoughts that stream through

Our warm winter dreams.

 

 

Summer Home

I tried not to drag out

The long sweet good bye.

I simply gazed upon you

Shining so bright and alive.

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So farewell for now

My dear sweet place

Where all of these months

You have been my solid base.

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I leave you in colors

Bright with crimson and gold

Soon they too will flee

Crumbling and crinkly, gone and old.

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I know you will stand here solidly

All through the winter long

And when I return

I will bring with me a new song.

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A song of love

Of generosity and light

A song to sing aloud

through the changing season’s light.

Eagle or

I thought it was an eagle

At first

Grandly flying by

Oh, wait …

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Look harder now

See what I can see

Maybe it’s just a gull

Betraying of my eyes

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Breathe and notice

The river gone out to sea

The blue, blue sky

The fading of the day

~

She flies by again

Graceful and giant

Huge wing span

Oh, Osprey

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So clear now

And I can let go

Let go of desire for eagle

And embrace the osprey

I just knew

I woke up in the dark

And in a sleep -filled haze

The image and the feeling

They grew into me and ….

I knew

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I suddenly had realized

How all things work together

How the yin comes to meet the yang

How the good mixes with the evil

I got it all, and I knew

~

I saw it as the ying and the yang

But instead of white,black, grey

It was white and purple and blue

I breathed it all in on one breath

And I knew

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I knew great comfort in this perception

And I knew an answer of sorts

How the pain leads to healing

The light shines into the dark

I now knew

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I knew I could remember

The feeling of knowing was so deep

And so real, I was floating with it

I was it, in every cell; complete

And I wish for you to know too.

Falling

They keep falling, falling right in front of me

All around me like a swirling blanket

I glance up to see swooping, flying, and dancing

They fall and land and take a rest at last

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Each in its own unique pattern

Bright white, reflecting the light

Falling from hundreds of feet above

They fall and come to rest, releasing the swirling dance

*

I cannot see then individually, they cling and fly apart

But they act in concert, soon they will be the blankets and piles

Blankets of bright heavenly postcards

Blinding me when I look up, blinding me with brightness and ice, they fall and rest

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They come to rest and yes, some are plowed into piles,

Others formed into snowmen and snowballs

Or forts, or trails for skis, or icicles

Dripping down, down down toward the ground

*

Come Spring and Summer, I will drink them

They will become me

Part of my cellular makeup, the water on which I will run

In that way, I am also falling whiteness, a blanket right now

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I am falling, and bright white, and piling up

I am snowballs, and trails, and piles of snow

I am melting and becoming one into the earth,

I am seeping into the water supply moment by moment

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And you, you are also white and frozen now

Falling, piling, forming, melting

Coming back to earth

Coming back to the Htwo and the O

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White postcards from heaven

Falling silently, I cannot hear them land

But I know soon, soon, soon

We will be one.

She is rising

I make my way downstairs

It is summer, warm, warm summer

And as I look out the window

and get the coffee pot ready

She begins to peak over the horizon at me

Reddish and Orange

Growing slowly but surely

Just like yesterday

And every other day

She grows and blooms before me

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This morning She reflects of the River

Her orange and yellow glow

Steam rising, rising up off the water

To meet her golden light

Wind ripples water

On this warm, warm summer morning

~

She rises and rises

Moving slowly and steadily

She will make her way following her predictable path

This morning, this warm summer morning

Creating glimmering light so bright

That it is impossible to look at

The reflection beyond the capacity of the human eye.

It cannot be held

But it can be returned to

again and again

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The birds respond and wake

Signaling to the world

That today has begun

We have another chance

Another opportunity

For light to emerge all around us

And within us

Just as she has risen and shown her strength

So may we.