September 2017 – Ancient Skies

The Light was Already Dancing

As I walked into the woods today, the light was already dancing,

filtered through the leaves, pulling me,

pulling my spirit further

into the healing, I stood

for a long time at rest, confident,

grateful even, that I was made,

part of the earth now,

part of the light dancing.

Our September Prayers

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Our prayers will be a little softer now, our spirits

letting go of the heat of summer

we turn instead, breathing the incense

of leaves, and the earth discovering

her own passion.

When the Wind Filled My Wings

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I was descending when the wind filled my wings,

eyes closed, sensing my spirit

going further than I had ever known

prayer shifting, balance

returning, but I knew the river

was never ending,

it was then my eyes filled

with tears.

I let go

of my talons.

Lake Peace

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I love the wind whipping, rippling the over the water

as I walk in the early autumn, searching the mountains,

the sky covering us, with clouds rolling over,

I sigh and pray, knowing the peace

even more now, and

being filled beyond

any language,

with the wind whipping, rippling

over the water.

When Poems Become Our Prayers

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When poems become our prayers, there’s no need to fear the darkness

or the fury of the divine, no tyrants club

will stifle our spirits, as we build

bridges to the other side.

We know light

is expanded.

Fresh Thunder by Zhang Wei Ping (translation)

This is Beautiful! Please see the original post, translated by Mary Tang.

Thoughts About the Left

We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:

I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.

We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.

I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.

At least that’s my opinion.

Month: September 2017