each time dawn appears

each time

dawn appears,

the mystery

is there

in its entirety

-rene daumal (1908-1944)

in praise of curves

ample, soft,

fleshy, generous,

rubenesque,

magnificent,

luxurious,

sumptuous,

womanly,

voluptuous

curves!

show yourself

each morning she

sorts through

her collection

of masks

trying to decide

which one

to wear that

will cause her

the least

amount

of pain

carefully avoiding

the mirror until

it is in place

so afraid to

show herself

to her self

wordless wednesday

in the habit

this cowl is not a blinder
my robe, not cumbersome
these folded hands, not idle
my silence is not dumb
though some may think me odd,
what can i say? i am in the habit of
finding beauty in the world
the artist and monk are one

a pearl in the making

i don't know why

i am surprised

anymore, to find

my tears so close

to the surface,

it happens so

often these days...

my eyes, always

on the verge

of giving me away

but wisdom says:

let them fall,

they are pearls

in the making

wordless wednesday

20/20 night vision

i have been revisiting
some things lately,
turning them over
(and over) again
in my mind...
sorting them out
in my dreams, and
wishing the 20/20 clarity
of my night vision
translated more easily
into waking life

broken mandala (clean slate)

open a vein

be bled

of your color

be done

with the pain

oh, that it were

so simple a thing

as wiping

a slate clean

rising

i rise each day

on hopeful wings,

with songs learned

in the night watch

still lingering

on my tongue

wordless wednesday (wabi-sabi)

nonsense

i like nonsense,

it wakes up

the brain cells.

fantasy is a

necessary ingredient

in living; it's a way

of looking at life

through the wrong end

of a telescope...

that enables you

to laugh at [some of]

life's realities.

-theodor geisel (1904-1991)

ever widening

i live my life in

widening circles

that reach out

across the world

i may not complete

this last one but

i give myself to it...

-rainer maria rilke (1875-1926)

wordless wednesday

held

held...

in the

healing

light

and love

of god

reflection on a summer day

today the summer has come

at my window with its

sighs and murmurs...

now it is time to sit quiet,

face to face with thee,

and to sing dedication of life

in this silent and

overflowing leisure

-rabindranath tagore (1861-1941)