Haiku Diary: Week 4
thunder cracked right over
the house, loud as a bomb
broke me open
Jul 29, 2010 | Poetry
thunder cracked right over
the house, loud as a bomb
broke me open
Jul 22, 2010 | Poetry
the lush leaves of trees
here in the east
are big as plates
Jul 15, 2010 | Poetry
up early, fog close and personal
so gray, so chill, so still, you don’t know
it’s summer
Jul 11, 2010 | One Voice in Many
We are like each other in at least one respect: each of us, in our own way, is on a quest for spirit—the experience of completion and wholeness. In some, the quest is a conscious endeavor. In others, it is a quiet way of life, a subliminal search for that quality of grace that satisfies so well.
read moreJul 8, 2010 | Poetry
alone, I wash a dark load
I pick the ripe strawberries, eat some
a hummingbird hovers
Jul 1, 2010 | Uncategorized
Whatever act you choose to do consistently and beautifully, with love, bring to the forefront the question asked by the Iroquois grandmothers. Does this support life?
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