Posted by: Lisa | December 11, 2017

As Above, So Below

Mother Nature speaks in green
always, then more gold and red
in autumn. Weeping willows may
be her hair and rivers
her arteries. Her many children,
birds and fish and beasts,
frolic in woods, on beaches, even
in city cemeteries. They speak
and dance and nurture their young.
Do I notice, do I listen? Or, am I
too busy trying to earn money
to pay for my own survival?

God says give up all worries,
listen to the heart more
than the head to find Truth
and Beauty and unending Love.
Prayer does not require words.
Prayer is presence to the Presence
that never vanishes, that lives above
and below, inside and outside. See?
Nature and the Divine are one, like
two sides of a coin, like the clam’s
bivalve shell resting at water’s edge:
as above, so below.

Approach the Divine through the objects
of Nature. And find deep connection
and love of Nature by listening
to the Creator. Pray with the breath,
the heartbeat. Pray with holy texts
or with crayons. Pray by dancing
or singing. Or. Sit. In silence. Listen:
“Be still and know that I am God.”*
Where are you, God?
“As above, so below. Be.” Amen. OM… OM… OM…

* Psalm 46:10

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Posted by: John | October 29, 2017

At the Airport

Watched a bit of a breeze cat’s paw
the wind sock under a faint autumn
afternoon half moon, wondered how many
more touch and goes I have left.
Will I leave more than I took?

Posted by: John | October 13, 2017

Seeking

I lie me down to find
where the mattress meets the mind
an answer of some kind.

Posted by: Lisa | October 9, 2017

Connections

Right here, now, the time
to listen: My heart opens
in nourishing silence
as each step I take blossoms
with the words, I am home.

I am breathed by Life.
My task each moment
is mindfulness of the breath
which ebbs and flows, exists
as the eternal tides within,
embraces both waves and foam.

Little daily consolations morph
easily into desolations when I cling
in desperation to mortal love.
My heart, though, longs for something
more, and can be taught not to roam.

Love expresses in five languages.
For me, it’s about time – oh yes,
quality time: Being, appreciating, offering
smiles and companionship. Making connections
in conscious caring, love beacons to dear
ones as the cathedral’s golden dome.

We understand each other since we have
the same needs: freedom, protection, identity,
affection, leisure and more. I am a link in this human
chain capable of extending outward and holding others
in deep respect. My eyes, heart and soft speech say:
Welcome home.

Posted by: John | September 17, 2017

In the End

I’ve concluded all
that matters is what you do
for others that you did not have to do
and no matter how hard things
may be going for you, there’s someone
in worse shape. Try
to find them and help them.

Posted by: John | September 2, 2017

Humility

If you think you’re humble, you’re not.
You’ve got to know what you’ve got.
If you have to compare, you shouldn’t compare.
If you think you’re humble, you’re not.

Posted by: Lisa | August 29, 2017

Tropical Storm

Sheets of water fly by
Fire Station number Seven
All windows closed up tight
against gale force winds.
No fighting fires this day
but praying to keep rising
waters at bay.
Chaotic forces at play, stirring
earth and white-washed, misty heaven.
Fleets of cars creep by in lines
trusting drivers and horse power.
But each moment ever guided
by Spirit, Truth and Right.

Posted by: John | July 23, 2017

What’s Left

Velcroed schemes and forgotten dreams
are all that’s left of life it seems.

Posted by: John | July 20, 2017

Why

Trump was the president
I didn’t know why
He was arrogant and ugly
and everything he said was a lie.

Posted by: John | July 16, 2017

Purr….

Sometimes while meditating
I think if I were a cat
I would be purring.

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