Writing with the Winter Wind

I haven’t decided yet if I’m still a river, but in the winter I do seek to write, filled with the winter wind,

with a touch of sparkle glinting off the snow. I reach in, and out at the same time with at least a partial measure of spirit, or try to.

I find writing from the spirit to be more honest, shaping words from what we cannot see. Connecting.

I love writing, so thank you for reading my posts!

      

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The Sunset of December

I was up high in the sunset of December

with shadows of tree limbs covering

and hawk wings flying over,

giving me a wild feeling untamed

yet I turned back to the valley

having surrendered, with dreams

of a hot cup of tea,

and My Love cooking

some spicy noodles.

     

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Note: Sometimes small things are more beautiful.

The Zen Teacher

I was listening to NPR (National Public Radio) one day and the guest being interviewed was a Zen Buddhist teacher.

She is also African American and gay. I do enjoy much of the wisdom and philosophy of Buddhism even though I’m not Buddhist.

And this teacher said some things that registered with me. Such as overcoming suffering by an internal change,

by sitting and quieting our spirits, and by love, understanding who we are in the space we’ve been given.

And the change needs to be collective to impact our world.

In my younger days of being a super conservative person of faith, I would have condemned this teacher

and never even listened to her simply because of who she is, but instead I learned some things that day.

My point is we need to listen to people, accept our differences and learn from one another.

Diversity brings growth.

Amen.

     

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Note: The teacher is Angel Kyodo Williams

A Sense of Wholeness

In our heart of hearts, far beyond any wounded love,

rooted still deep within us

we already know the song,

the shape of melodies flowing,

and the peace, the quiet

that carries us into

a sense

of wholeness.

      

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Fish Hawk Morning

In the cool grey dawn, a wing dipped down,

testing the waters, slicing the autumn air

banking to the right

moving through the rain

with deadly precision

diving,

while rays of sunlight peek

through the clouds,

a fish captured

to feed her family.

     

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In the Space Between

In the space between light and darkness,

as the dawn begins breaking,

there are times we don’t feel the privilege of a new day,

and we still smell the smoke,

or taste the cinder ash

of our dying hearts,

may we always remember

may we hold onto that light

that promises a new day,

always.

      

Note: This is about overcoming sadness.

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Who We Truly Are

More than simply softer flesh, the human heart holding

who we truly are,

a healing balm walking,

even our spirits

within our frames

will know the answers

deep within……this……

is our peace.

     

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