Morning -

I am up today with time to consider, and I consider on that.   Since Jane has been gone, I have not done my morning flow, have not given myself that meditative time, but this morning I attempt, and maybe allow ten minutes, not our hoped for thirty.  What is that about?  I sit listening to my favorite little bird, his song pulled out of the day, a particle in the flow.  I hope he has a mate, and they are past the first date, and happily making babies.  Perhaps I see them as they learn to fly away.

Here are my offerings.

Spring and Fall

My brother moves the Koi inside for the winter,

and outside in the spring.

The first time it was traumatic,

and now they are serene.

The older ones teach the younger,

“This is how it is.

We have a warm pond inside with dark and light,

and an outside pond with shadows and leaves,

and that is when we breed.

When the  moon offers the night,

we pull crumbs of light

and feast,

leaven

on seeds.”

 

 

Thursday

The garbage trucks are late today.

Did they think it was going to rain?

There is silence

and stillness

and the roar and banging of trucks.

The cans are plastic now,

and still there are mechanical sounds,

gears and pounding and thrust.

 

Elimination

looking for serenity, and peace,

what Gary Snyder has,

and William Stafford,

knowing as clearly

as poems

what is right

for each

of us -

The lid on the toilet,

rises,

and closes -

The lever is pushed

that leads to the flush -

 

 

I wish you a peaceful day.   May we each be the peace we want to see in the world, the serenity and hope, the ease filled touch.