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 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.
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.
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
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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 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
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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.
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
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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
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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.
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
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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.
