This guest poem by Michael Hock illustrates how my life feels these days. The Storm Inside Where once it was lightning and thunder cataclysm, the final convulsion that turned my wheel, as if Armageddon catastrophe, must herald the truth my longing has gentled me. Now change comes with falling leaves how sunset plays with light. Fire and […]
The call comes while I sit on a friend’s patio eating lunch. It’s from the artist who rents the studio on my land. “Your neighbor called the county inspector. He’s here citing me for a code violation.” I take a breath and call on the Beloved. “Your neighbor was here too, threatening me during my […]
The ability to stay centered in the Love during an attack— that is valuable, much more than any material possession or worldly achievement.
Please enjoy this poem and painting by my friend Joie Villeneuve. Forever Nourished Sweet Hungry Egret In the yard. Pond Full of fish Vacant. Farewell dear Sweet orange And yellow finned ones. Nourish the winged one On its journey. Painter and poet Joie Villenueve creates from her connection with the Beloved. “They are love songs,” […]
Please enjoy this poem and image by Ariana Harley Naked on the Throne I have worn the costume of politician beggar housewife doctor of killer soldier cook and thief. You have known me as mother lover child stranger. But I don’t want to play Halloween any longer. Teacher, deafen my ears to finally hear Sound. […]
On my morning walk through the piñon forest surrounding my house I suddenly note a sharp pain in my knee. It is on the inner part just below my kneecap. I call on the Beloved and get the sense to adjust my gait so that I am not so forward. The pain eases enough so […]
A poem from my friend Michael Hock: Row Your Boat Yes, it is far, then it’s close. Who one is recedes as one draws near. As if first one climbs a steep way, then discovers one has wings, or deaf forever, one awakens to the heartbeat thrum of a butterfly, and why do you not […]
“I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread near the creek on the Big Tesuque Trail in the Santa Fe Mountains.” On a sunny spring morning, I sit at my dining room table and write this in the will I am preparing. I think little of it. It is but a directive for […]