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No One Sees

No One Sees

No One Sees
and it scarcely matters

During the night
she muses
from deep within her
the loom
‘inside’ yields
the thread
anticipating her masterpiece

Hung between
a frame of branches
she spews ever so
freely
a wave of silk
dangling row by row
transfixed by playful
extensions of herself

She moves
without thinking the
pattern, trusting the
design

She herself does not even
step back to gaze of its
magnificence

Her tangled web
visible
most especially when
caught in its
weightless clutch

Daylight reveals her
hidden revelation
the sun highlights
the inner shadows
while dewdrops
sit hung upon each
fragile yet resilient
shelf

No One Sees
yet it scarcely matters
‘creation’
a gallery alive…free
and so few
dare visit its
splendor

Sanctuary

Sanctuary

In the sanctuary of
my soul
the opening service does
not begin with
the cascading sounds
of bells chiming in unison

No, instead it is
the song of the cicadas
and the symphony of forest
insects all echoing at once
a dance of rhythmic
sounds

The sweet incense is not
the smoke from a candle’s
wick ascending through
every living, breathing cell

No, instead it is the
tender pine draped in
drops of falling rain
filling the air with
aromas never to be duplicated

The first reading
followed by the second
a responsorial psalm
flows yet without words

Each sentence a blade
of grass lifting its head
to the reader who ‘sees’

Each chapter a leaf
especially the one falling to
the ground, dying and yet
rising to a newness beyond
understanding

The Gospel…
mountain peaks,
treacherous terrain
an invitation to
an inward descent
pausing
in mystery
re-framing all
that once seemed
to make sense

Communion…
the lotus flower
floating on a clear
pond
its soft pink petals
‘bread’
it roots filled
with the sweet
essence of
‘wine’

I taste
the goodness
of creation
in this
living sanctuary

No doors
the entry way
an invitation
for all

The table…
endless
alive
the supper
in this sanctuary
always open to
receive

Vantage Point

Vantage Point

From ‘one’ perspective
a single view
upon which all thoughts,
ideas, values, beliefs
are born

Then one day
a stirring
as a single gaze into the stars
reveals a perspective unexplored

If only to touch one single
star
and so I climbed
and climbed
and climbed…
the darkness penetrated by
the Milky Way, Orion, and the Big Dipper

I stumbled a few times
my head down so as
to watch each tempered
step

I stopped to catch my breath
only to realize the stars
began giving way to dawn

An orange sky
segued with red and yellow
the sun still a distance away
from the Earth rotating to welcome her brilliance

As I looked ‘down’ into the valley
Splashed as if immersed
in a Holy Baptism
My perspective,
my one single point
shattered

Amazed at the endless
nothingness
linking together
everything

I discovered in the lost
nowhere that yes
I was now
Here

Opened by wonder
mystery and awe…
Everything I’ve come to
know, believe, trust in
vanished as if
forgotten~~~
yet discovered

The Sun rose its head
I was blinded
and yet for the
first time
I saw a point
and then beyond

Drops

Drops

The mist
a lure
into the secret
world of ‘nothingness’

Captured, Spirit
now hanging from a
lonely branch of pine needles
drops of moisture clinging
to their ‘heads’

Yet…
nothing here is a possession
all drink freely
awaiting the sun which itself
will sip from the dew
drying almost every last drop
until the dawn

Shadows appear—
once again
vapor moves across time & space
in unmeasured speed
kissing softly not only
the slender pines but, too,
my ‘spirit’

after thinking all was lost
dampened by
the unexpected
drenched as if born anew

A Heart in the Woods

A Heart in the Woods

See it?
It is always there
even when darkness
tries to hide its image

See it?
In dawn’s early rising
light seeps into its open
crevices

See it?
A heart
In its center a
towering tree rises from
an earth which holds tenderly
the roots spread like a bed of
laughing dandelions

See it?
Yes, that tree…
It divides one half from another

Oh, but wait
See it?
It does everything BUT divide

See
the bridge?
It is a passage
a journey
looking back at
all the places,
discoveries,
adventures

rolling over
into
a ‘new’ place

where the only thing that
matters is
‘everything’

Everything and yet
nothing

Mind stretched
a self
unraveling from all
it has been told it is
and recognizing
as it slides over this
bridge
who it really ‘is’
for the first time.

Holy Ground

Holy Ground

Was it ‘Holy Ground?’
How could it not be…
every step touching the face of the earth
is ‘Holy.’
Mindful of my footing,
I climbed the mountain
where the peregrines lie.
I looked up momentarily and in front
of me…a cairn nestled
beside a red leafy tree~~~

Could it be a burning bush?
No one said, “Take off your hiking boots—
the ground upon which you stand is Holy.”
Yet,
something within me whispered…
NO WORDS NEEDED.

A presence walked with me
every step of the way~~~
truly holy ground.

The Preacher

The Preacher

Her pulpit
a rock
She perched on a delicate green
blanket of seaweed.

The ocean’s bounty trickles
upon her feet~~~

Her sermon, only
SILENCE
and she prepares for communion.
She waits, and waits, and waits.

Her eyes wide open~~~
her pupils scan for any motion…

Suddenly,
after all the waiting,
waiting,
waiting,
right there ‘bread.’

Her beak pummels through the water
‘broken’
a fish caught in her paired scissors
and blood flows onto her feathers.

Yes, death
A small fish sustains life.
The preacher digests only what is necessary
to ‘fill’ her belly.

As the sun rises,
she seems to bow her head in thanks~~~
In silence she no longer waits, and waits, and waits~~~

She is ‘full’

Poem: One Single Drop

Before any human eye
Beheld or grasped
One single drop
A splash
Cascading circles
Expanding
On going
and then another drop
and another
Nothing contained
Endless transformation
Darkness betwixt
With celestial bodies, galaxies
Explosions of stars
Sprinkling dust
In the grandness of a cosmos
Beyond understanding

Formations of Life abound
Ripples creating endless newness and wonder
Then suddenly breathed into
The soils of time
Uncharted,
The image and likeness
Of the SOURCE itself
Humankind birthed into
A Creation already born
Opening its arms like a mother
Welcoming her child
Into Life…