Tag: Poems

  • Love in a time of gray hair

    Over Santa Rosa
    Negotiated love
    No more spontaneous belief
    In the wonderfulness of the feelings
    Life’s wisdom learned, that everything changes
    Discovery that wonder and lust
    Live day to day to become something else
    Having learned lessons great and small
    Negotiate feelings
    Carefully caring
    Thoughtfully developing
    Knowing this new thing
    Will be no ordinary love
    Make a bargain to be full of wonder
    Wondering how we can make this happen
    Negotiating rather than falling head over heals
    Exploring how separate pasts become a common present
    Not assuming the future
    Love and dreams young or old
    For each of us may unfold
    Having hopes of happiness
    And finding it knowing we may lose it
    That’s the lesson the gray haired lover learned
    And negotiated anyway
    Over Santa Rosa

  • Compassion Poems

    Full of compassion

    Attention here and now
    Compassion emerges when sadness merges with joy
    Only those who have transcended the world can make a better world
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    If we only knew
    Indestructible compassion
    Underlies all life.
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    Unpretentious
    Loving kindness is revealed
    In our forgiveness
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/15/11
    Throughout our shared lives
    As humans we rely on
    Improbable hope.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/16/11
    You in me in you
    In order to understand
    Me in you in me.
    [pp 322 Field Notes on a Compassionate Life]
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/18/11
    You in me in you
    A common stream of virtue
    We in us flowing.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/18/11
    Human compassion
    Human compassion
    Resonating our concern
    For all other things.
    [pp 322]
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/18/11
    First and foremost a
    Loving presence is vital
    Found through a prayer
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/08/11
    Accepting kindness
    The reality of life
    Is revealed each day
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/28/11
    The secret of life
    If that success comes to you
    By helping others
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/07/11
    She is consumed by
    Keen intransigent kindness
    En route to heaven
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/21/11
    All our days living
    Are not spent, rather borrowed,
    Time only used once
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    Be as a brush held
    In the hand of the Creator
    To create art in the world.
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    Kindness of a child
    An offering of goodness
    A simple package
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 01/27/12
    Seeking the light
    Will lead to becoming
    A person of no shadow
    Because the light
    Shines through you
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 03/17/12
    The God in you is
    The God you alone let through.
    To shine on the world
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/16/12
    “Compassion means full immersion in the condition of being human.”

    “Through compassion our humanity grows into its fullness.”

    Nouwen-McNeill-Morrison in Compassion
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    Every person
    Unlimited positive
    Regard for each one
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    It’s always a choice
    Action now or apathy
    Life is up to you
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 02/07/13
    It was a conceit of mine
    To think that of all the poor seekers for help
    There are none
    who have it worse than me

    There is a depth to a well
    Which grows deeper and richer
    As woe is poured in
    And compassion is pulled out

    The woman of Samaria stood at the well
    And drew water for Jesus
    He recognized the kindness being given
    By one who had suffered in order to stand by that well.
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    Enter resonance
    All relationships are now
    Empathic presence

    or

    Present empathy
    Intertwined us together
    As a sacred gift
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    Empathy requires
    Unconditional regard
    For the one person
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    Giving and getting
    The stuff of life’s renewal
    Offered by kind hands
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/16/13
    How do we sustain
    The good of each person seen?
    Respect and kindness
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    The flame of compassion
    Is started by generosity
    Borne in our own experience of need
    Kept alight by
    The wind of desire
    To be better than we are

    A fire shared among people
    Who, together, become
    A towering blaze
    Of life giving warmth in the world

    (inspired by Piero Ferrucci, “The Power of Kindness”)
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    By way of a chance
    Hidden quality is born
    Showing reality
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/10/13
    I have a daily dose
    Of pain and heartache
    Shared and passed on

    Life is not pain and sorrow
    Life has pain and sorrow
    Life is not goodness and happiness
    Life has goodness and happiness

    Pain and goodness
    Sorrow and happiness
    Are caused by attachments
    Hanging memories on our being

    I have a daily dose
    Of compassion and wonderment
    Shared and passed on

    Random acts of kindness
    Senseless bouts of cruelty
    Daily struggles
    And nightly dreams
    Such are the things of life
    Hanging memories on our being
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    All around us now
    Opportunities abound
    For kindness and grace
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/14/13
    Agitation is
    Specific compassionate
    Confrontation, yes?
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/17/14
    William Morris Glass at Palm Springs Museum

  • Some views of love and its choices

    Mystical oak
    Love is a spite.
    Its devotion knows no bounds;
    Neither high nor low.
    Love is an integration of souls.
    Love is an interminable commitment of fidelity.
    Love pushes all our buttons and expects us to reset them
    So they can be pushed again.

    Love is a spite with a certainty
    that no matter how much
    of your hurt and sadness and frustration is expressed as anger,
    no matter what,
    it holds on to me and you, and you and me.
    Nobody told us it would be exactly like this,
    but they sure told us it would be a journey.
    We heard “for better or for worse” our whole lives.
    And lo and behold they both happened again and again.

    Love has the spite to prove to you that
    I’ll hold on to you no matter what.
    Love is just stubborn that way.
    Love is never violent. It never hurts for hurting sake.
    Love never destroys itself nor the other person.

    Love can be unkind at times
    Because love trusts in its reciprocity
    That hurt and sadness can be overcome in its very being.
    My love is my love in spite of myself after all this time.
    The love I receive in return is the same,
    Full, complete, complex and in spite of it all.

    I love you in spite of myself.
    I love you in spite of yourself.
    There is a connection deep and unexplainable
    Which brings our souls together.
    In each of our minds we are committed to the other.
    As time goes by the connection is stronger.

    The meaning of fidelity is manifest in spite of all that happens.
    Our minds and our souls and our lives experiences
    Are so intertwined that the two cannot be less than together.
    Even if we are apart the connection remains strong and mysterious.
    This is what we have made by choice and chance and spite.
    If we love in spite of ourselves, and if we take away the spite,
    All that is left is the connection of our love.
    ><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/19/13

    Love is a choice
    It is also a mysterious voice
    Inside our heads, within our hearts

    Inner emotion evolves
    Until it finally resolves
    To bring together all of our parts

    The part of me that sees
    How separate I can be;
    Such an unenduring plight

    Nothing else can fill the part of me
    That needs to have some company
    So search ensues to cure this blight

    It’s not some random thing
    Like a bird upon the wing
    Startled to take flight

    Love makes choices every day
    What to do and what to say
    Affection the branch found to alight

    But like the branch that moves and sways
    Loves must balance in its days
    How to act and feel while making something right

    Hopes to share an inner vision
    Connections made in each decision
    It’s not some random wondrous flight

    Affection grows through choices made
    As our hopes and dreams get weighed
    Through the evenings on into the night

    In sleep and dreams the choice still spinning
    Is this joining worth the winning?
    Joy of love found at first light

    Happiness found in its potential
    For each humans being, love essential
    Fulfilling hopes and dreams so bright

    Love is a choice
    A lovely yet mysterious voice
    Inside our heads, within our hearts
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/14/14

    The essence of love
    Is borne of the availability
    Of the heart and emotions
    A person chooses to love
    As love chooses to evolve.
    Attraction, then infatuation
    brings a choice of commitment
    to explore the possibilities.
    The commitment to the other person
    Sometimes comes first,
    But often our love is borne
    In the mysterious inner self.
    Did one inner self touch the other inner self?
    The point of contact may be obscure,
    then in joy, relief, and trepidation
    one discovers the connection to the other – the love.
    The connection, once made, is sustained by fidelity.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 04/16/08

    Double Rainbow

  • my grandfather’s son

    Wilmar, San Gabriel, California 2002

    As my grandfather’s son lay dying this is the story I whispered in his ear.
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    My father was my grandfather’s son.
    The grandfather said to his son,
    “I need to see that son of yours.”
    My father’s son went with his father
    to see his grandfather as he lay dying.
    The grandfather said to the boy
    as his father stood by his side,
    “I see greatness in you. You can do something great.
    I want you to know that.”

    Emotionally and physically and in many ways of being in this world
    My father’s son saw in his father the goodness and the foibles as only a son can see.
    My father’s son learned hard work and respect and decorum.
    My father’s son stepped back and stepped aside as time and distance and detachment proved more powerful than blood and expectations.

    The years moved on and the greatness may have emerged.
    My father’s son also lived the heritage of a people who did not express emotion easily.
    Precision and accuracy, and even humility, were manifest.
    However, emotional honesty was masked by words, or, no words.

    My father’s son knew of the father’s good deeds.
    And time showed the power of prayer.
    Yet personal access drifted away and connectedness was lost.
    My father’s son saw his father try too hard to reconnect.
    The father could not admit to judgment or misdeeds.

    My father’s son lost his connectedness to his father;
    not his love or appreciation of his father’s goodness,
    but a connection was lost,
    perhaps given up by both these men.

    My father’s son mourns his father’s loss and honors him.
    My father’s son regrets his father missed some unspoken thing,
    because he could not say it, or did not know how.
    My father’s son would be genuine in saying, “I will still strive for that greatness.”

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/16/12

    Somewhere in California
    A night bird sings in the middle of the day
    Like a prayer on the wind
    The song flies up to heaven

    Somewhere in California
    A butterfly struggles
    To pass through time
    To a distant land

    Somewhere a love
    Which is long and deep
    Breathes a sigh
    As the loved one sleeps

    Somewhere there are the last steps of a long journey
    To reach where the power of prayer
    Is not obscured
    By the limits of the body and mind

    A soul’s journey
    To lift and give and strive
    To join the goodness
    Which is the birthright
    Of all men and women

    Somewhere my father dies
    Somewhere my mother cries
    And prays
    Somewhere my sisters and brothers stand by

    Somewhere I sit
    Somewhere I cry
    Somewhere in California

    Somewhere in California
    The mountains rise
    And the mountains break down

    Somewhere on the western shore
    The rivers flow down to the sea
    The people move and live
    And struggle

    Somewhere in California
    A man moves on
    To join the world of spirit
    Somewhere in California
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/27/12

    In the end all the dreams just scatter
    Like a kaleidoscope that lost its symmetry
    Across time and space no matter what humans think
    In the end potential flows every which way

    What might have been and what had to be
    Blend in memory like history
    The truth or the perception matters not to me
    Now has passed into the past
    That neither grief nor sorrow nor wishes nor prayers can renew

    In the end all the dreams just scatter
    So vivid in our sleep, or the days of youth,
    As time and distance mix together
    To form imagined dreams and foggy memory

    The past has flown down past the shore
    Though no one is standing there
    All are in the river of scattered light
    Moving on like a kaleidoscope
    That was never meant to have symmetry

    Time swirls in eddies mixing hopes and dreams
    The light of deep pools of thoughts gathered once
    Evaporate as some relationships do.
    Upstream gathered together
    Then downstream mists of thought

    Down to the sea of being flow our dreams
    Some complete; some unfulfilled
    As water distorts the light
    so time or thought erodes our dreams together
    In the end all the dreams have scattered

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/17/12

    The grace of the Creator finds the souls
    The father who did the best he could
    May his soul rest in peace
    The young woman who struggled and strived and fell to evil
    May her soul rest in peace
    The child who lost her life from the death brought by war
    May her soul rest in peace
    The son, the daughter, the child, the adult
    The joy and the sorrow that will not be known
    Because their souls rest in peace
    May their souls rest in peace
    May their life’s lessons be made clear to the souls yet to find peace

    [All Souls’ mass at St. Rose]

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 11/04/12

  • Light on a redwood tree

    Redwood Tree, Armstrong Woods, Guerneville

    Find a place to stop and sit while light and orbit shift
    To here and there, or there and here, or where we are to be

    Light on redwood bark of a thousand year old tree
    Hues of brown and sienna and sepia and coffee

    At a point part way down bright glare makes light white and scattered
    Masking clear vision of strands of bark as if the tree were tattered

    Each strand of life perhaps a soft light of recollection
    Lives passed as lives passed, hallowed in loving connection

    Images or stories reverberate in time
    Spectrum of our lives entwined

    Intermittent shadows dark, in time our minds may ease
    Like bright memories become diffused histories

    Movement of the planet around the sun
    Marking time or marking us, each one

    Light so bright now gone away
    And tomorrow will be another day

    Trees do not spend a thousand years in shadow
    Despite rain or fog, bright sun will not be laid low

    Light so bright deep in a heart
    Where to end and where to start

    Find a place to stop and sit while light and orbit shift
    To here and there, or there and here, or where we are to be

    <><><<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/17/14
    The Walking Tree

  • A visit to the ocean

    090114 Pacific Grove-8

    On the edge of the lands
    A poet stands
    Looking west
    Hoping for the best
    Waves on rocks
    Like ticking clocks
    Comforting rhythms
    For those who were given
    Time to find
    Some peace of mind
    A place to watch for signs
    Of how to feel and see our times
    Seabirds swoop and glide

    I have to make an aside
    Sitting on rocks being profound
    The water my footrest found
    Waves splashed onto my shoes
    And in a simple way just proved
    While I sat here the planet moved

    Back to sea birds gliding
    And little crabs striding
    In underwater worlds
    Tiny lives in ponds unfurled
    No one watching, no one caring
    Except the lonesome poet staring
    To see what is revealed
    Transient feelings healed
    Heart and tears
    Overcoming fears
    Beyond the maudlin
    Sticking words in
    Honoring past
    Like looking glass
    To places been
    Visited again
    While the unknown flows
    One thing he knows
    Future portends
    As heartstrings mend
    Ocean currents
    All the torrents
    More birds glide by
    Breezes on the lower sky
    The tide did rise
    My foot stool hides
    Now in the crabs domain
    Showing what was always plain
    The earth will move
    And should improve
    The poets evolving vision
    Seabirds mission
    Glide down the coast
    And make the most
    Of lower sky
    While seals swim by
    Kelp beds waiting
    Light and shadows invading
    To hungry seals
    Fish revealed
    Horizon line flat and fine
    As waves at shore define
    A changing edge of shore
    Symbols perhaps of more
    A future fine and steady
    Once the poet is ready
    To breach the rock edge
    Of ocean with a pledge
    To live here and now
    Not then somehow
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/31/14
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/desertbuzz/15143894402/

    Two white butterflies
    Splashing of foam feels like home
    Under ocean blue skies
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 08/31/14
    090114 Pacific Grove-4

    The water jumps for joy
    As it reaches the shore
    The sky may be gray or sunny
    The ocean is still overjoyed either way
    Nothing gets in the way of its happy leaping
    Even though rocks try to
    The water swells with pride
    As it reaches the destination
    Bright little crests emerge
    As if they couldn’t wait to leap
    Up in the air
    Moving to the edge of sea and land
    Finding a happy place
    To jump for joy
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/01/14

    Two white butterflies
    Always two white butterflies
    Traveling along
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 09/01/14
    090114 Pacific Grove-2

  • who owns the sky

    dawn

    when the wind swirls and around mountaintops curls
    no one knows how patterns grow as the wind will always flow
    down ravines air careens
    pushed or pulled in patterns full
    of meaning for those who wonder
    who owns the sky

    the sky is seen across time or dreams as limitless open space
    meaning derived or arrived by happenstance in each place
    by effects of interminable wind, blowing up or down again
    half way down or half way up never clearly seen
    except askew by the few who can see in between
    sometimes seen as gates of heaven
    moving life forward mystically like leaven
    who owns the sky

    the wind like breathe of God comes down
    shaping space, then clouds, then ground
    moisture gathered up above
    comes down as snow or rain like love
    to bring life’s beginnings or push us on
    every night then every dawn
    each day or evening like the ones before
    buffeted in movement or in lore
    though each day uniquely given
    events or legacy somehow driven
    blowing, swirling, whirling spaces
    shaping or renewing faces
    of land, or rock, even mountains moved
    by wind and sky until it is proved
    who owns the sky.
    desert sky 1

  • To rise and fall in living it all

    Point Reyes Lodge 030814-09

    On July 2, 2010, our son Christopher, broke his back in a bicycle accident. On July 2, 2014 my cousin commented on happenstance and chance. This is what ensued.

    Whole lives built out of the most fragile of happenstance.
    That so little matters so much, and so much matters so little.
    Is it grace or blessing or curse?

    You know, God does what God wants to anyway. +

    Kindness goes unrecognized.
    Cruelty goes unpunished.
    Distraction changes a life.
    The inconsequential becomes too large
    because someone thought about it too long.

    Hold onto the inner strength when the outer strength is buffeted.
    Rely on the outer forces when the inner strength wanes.

    Four years ago the curse of horrific injury,
    And the blessing of lack of permanence rained down on us.
    A broken back described as “some scrapes” by our protective friend.
    Eleven days in the intensive care of modern health care.
    Not knowing.
    Only praying.
    With little confidence, and all the confidence.
    No choices mattered anyway until it was all done.

    Every day it is something.
    Some chance encounter.
    Some instantaneous happenstance can change everything, or nothing.

    In our darkest hour there’s still a light shining down inside.*

    The power of denial moves us forward
    Until the realization bursts forth
    It is denial
    Reality is more present and real
    And
    We do not control it.
    We only control our response to it.

    Pull back the curtain my fears have drawn +

    Whole lives built out of the most fragile of happenstance.
    That so little matters so much, and so much matters so little.
    Is it grace or blessing or curse?
    Whole lives built out of the most fragile of happenstance.
    That so little matters so much, and so much matters so little.

    “What’s really crazy is how easy it is to get them confused and, how,
    in an instant, you can also know the difference.”

    *Zoe Muth
    +Iris Dement
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/02/14

    Taken while riding .... the bus
    The moon glow unused
    for affairs of the sole heart
    shining reminder
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/06/14

    You are a legend among the poor travelers
    These who are the most basic of gatherers
    Bus tickets and boots pass through your hands
    Helping each other as we travel these lands
    Heartaches and travails pinch on the heart
    Stories and past glories each played a part
    Travelers arrive asking help after miles
    Hoping to sustain hope despite all their trials
    Each went down a path as directed or deflected
    Care and kindness must be perfected
    By you the legend among travelers
    Aligned with the simplest of gatherers
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/21/14
    Bayer Farm Santa Rosa 071814-15
    There were no visions in dreams
    Hopes hazy after so many schemes
    No haunted or hallowed ground
    Elusive answers yet to be found
    Time passes beyond how long tears lasted
    Now and then somehow contrasted
    Memories burst forth unexpectedly
    When lyrics touch a nerve introspectively
    As particular songs find heartache
    Stark realization of no second take
    Hands still do their work to transform
    Listening to the world still informs
    Singing still bursts forth
    But my love is not there, so what is it worth?
    I know I will find it as I search o’er the earth
    The heritage of all humans who went through their birth
    Day by day
    To rise and fall in living it all
    To rise and fall in living it all
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/25/14
    Point Reyes Lodge 030814-08

  • Summer Solstice – gratitude and grace

    062114 Grovers Hot Springs 077
    For I am certain of this: neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nothing already in existence and nothing still to come, nor any power nor heights, nor depths, not any created thing whatever will be able to come between us and the love of God. Romans 8:39
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/14

    Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
    Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
    where there is injury, pardon;
    where there is doubt, faith;
    where there is despair, hope;
    where there is darkness, light;
    where there is sadness, joy.

    O, Divine Master,
    grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
    to be understood as to understand;
    to be loved as to love;
    For it is in giving that we receive;
    it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
    it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.
    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/14

    062114 Grovers Hot Springs the boys
    Our mountain
    Our choice
    More mountains
    More choices
    Gifts of love and understanding
    Flowing down like rivers

    The hint of a breeze,
    The breathe of the Creator
    Blowing across our lives
    As the rivers were flowing o’er our rapids

    We languished in the calm pools
    Of joy and contentment
    Brought by the wonders of our children
    In them we shared the excitement
    of growing and becoming

    They traveled our mountains with us
    Their discoveries flowed
    Together with ours
    In this river of life

    Waiting for a sign
    That such goodness and acceptance of life
    Still flows in these mountains
    And brings the water of our lives
    Inspiration forevermore

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/14

    062114 Grovers Hot Springs 018
    Oh, life
    Oh, death
    Overwhelmed with quiet courage.
    You showed us.
    You gave us quiet courage.
    Struggles through time.
    You gave us more than we know
    In sharing all that was within you.
    Hold our hearts
    As we hold you
    In the place we reserve
    For our love that is true.
    Each of us
    In a different way
    Have gratitude
    Which we can barely say.
    Know this now,
    In this place,
    We know that ultimately
    What we got from you
    Is grace.
    We love you now
    As we always did.
    Love doesn’t leave us,
    As you had to.
    For evermore you stay within us
    Giving us grace
    Only you can bring us.

    <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/21/14

    Here you are. Here I am.
    Wind
    Sky
    Trees
    Mountains
    Rocks
    Meadow
    Here you move
    As the wind will move you.
    Here you shine
    As the sunlight glows.
    Your spirit glows
    And the wind arises
    Spirit soft
    Spirit strong

    Here I am.
    The happiest person I know
    Awaiting inside me.
    Waiting, but not waiting, for the
    Wind
    Sky
    Trees
    Mountains
    Rocks
    Meadow

    Here you move. Here I am.
    You in me,
    And I in you.
    The pages of this book
    Are blown
    Flipping forward
    As if to move on
    Moving forward
    With you
    And without you

    I drink a toast to you
    You’ve made your mark.
    Tears can’t obscure
    What I know I’ve lost
    What I know I have gained
    Gratitude and grace fill my heart
    And move my soul
    As you do.
    In this meadow where you chose to be
    The wind rises
    The Creator responds
    With the reminder of spirit movement
    All through the universe

    The sun blazes
    Warming boulders
    To hold the depth of spirit movement
    In the ancient stone
    On this single spot
    In the universe

    The grasses ripple in the wind
    Transient movement
    Of transient things
    Like life, not love.
    Flowers blooming like star clusters
    In distant edges of this universe

    Sky will change
    And earth will move
    Seeds will blow
    And the earth will turn,
    Not love
    Incomprehensible
    In being beyond all these things

    Ants will walk
    Birds will fly
    Hawks will soar on distant winds
    Babies born will discover this,
    The incomprehensible,
    Not knowing yet that distant stars
    Also form
    In this universe
    Of
    Being.

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    I want the warmth of this boulder
    To stay in me
    I want the sound of this wind to resonate in my dreams
    I want our love to glow forever more
    I want to move forward.
    I want the depth of devotion to never leave me.
    I want this thing that we shared,
    This love,
    This connection,
    This devotion,
    I want it.
    I love it.
    I know it makes me better than I might have been.
    And you too.
    In a thousand years this is where I will be.
    Here and now.
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    062114 Grovers Hot Springs 104
    I toast all our dreams
    We lived them here completely
    Just by being here
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  • Wood of life

    050414 Fort Ross, California 160
    Wood of life in a chapel
    Where for over a hundred years people came daily to pray
    A blessed place where baptisms were celebrated
    And the end of life symbolized a return to the almighty
    Should I pray here, or, anywhere the Spirit moves?
    Oh, Creator, wherever you are, wherever you have gone
    Can you tell me if the people from across the ocean to the west,
    And those who joined them from the north
    Found any solace in these walls of redwood.
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    050414 Fort Ross, California 147
    050414 Fort Ross, California 143
    050414 Fort Ross, California 149