Sunday, November 12, 2017

Lawns layered in gold.
Seagulls, crows - flocking, squawking -
blackbirds line the wires.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Brightest blue of sky,
leaves floating and drifting down -
after last night's freeze.

Thursday, November 9, 2017

All the rose bushes,
heedless of tomorrow's freeze,
 profusely blooming!

Monday, November 6, 2017

First, one must get to know oneself. Then, having become familiar with oneself, one can live one’s life more deeply. Living one’s life more deeply is the meaning of dharma.
— Karmapa Ogyen Trinley Dorje

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Brisk fall afternoon
beautiful slanting sunshine
day of remembrance.

Monday, October 30, 2017

My encouragement is not to look back on what has happened, not to have any regrets. Regret is from the world of conditioning. What happened happened. We start over in each moment, here and now.
- Cheri  Huber

Friday, October 27, 2017

“If we can’t find God right here, in this space, then we will not find God by going anywhere else.”

--- Christine Valters Paintner, PhD Desert Mothers and Fathers: Early Christian Wisdom Sayings Annotated and Explained

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Enlightenment is simply intimacy with all things. Not knowing is most intimate.
- Dogen

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

I Said to the Wanting Creature

I said to the wanting-creature inside me:
What is this river you want to cross?
There are no travelers on the river-road, and no road.
Do you see anyone moving about on that bank, or nesting?
There is no river at all, and no boat, and no boatman.
There is no tow rope either, and no one to pull it.
There is no ground, no sky, no time, no bank, no ford!

And there is nobody, and no mind!
Do you believe there is some place that will make the
soul less thirsty?
In that great absence, you will find nothing.

Be strong then, and enter into your own body;
there you have a solid place for your feet.
Think about it carefully!
Don't go off somewhere else!

Kabir says this: just throw away all thoughts of imaginary
and stand firm in that which you are.
I Said to the Wanting Creature, by Kabir, trans. Robert Bly

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.
— Terry Tempest Williams

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

"A complementary metaphor for pilgrimage is that of art-making as a vessel or sacred space. A tabernacle is a dwelling place for the holy. The arts help us to make space for an encounter with God while also creating a safe container in which to experiment and explore new possibilities.”

--- Christine Valters Paintner, PhD & Betsey Beckman, MM Awakening the Creative Spirit: Bringing the Arts to Spiritual Direction

Thursday, October 5, 2017

To Autumn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Friday, September 29, 2017

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

~ Lord Byron

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

I felt how important the simplest things were, like feeling proud, finding something funny, stretching yourself, retreating into yourself.

~ Banana Yoshimoto

Saturday, September 23, 2017


Lord, there are creatures in the understory,
snails with whorled backs and silver boots,
trails beetles weave in grass, black rivers
of ants, unbound ladybugs opening their wings,
spotted veils and flame, untamed choirs
of banjo-colored crickets and stained-glass cicadas.
Lord, how shall we count the snakes and frogs
and moths?  How shall we love the hidden
and small? Mushrooms beneath leaves
constructing their death domes in silence,
their silken gills and mycelial threads, cap scales
and patches, their warts and pores. And the buried
bulbs that will bloom in spring, pregnant with flower
and leaf, sing Prepare for My Radiance, Prepare
for the Pageantry of My Inevitable Surprise.
These are the queendoms, the spines and horns,
the clustered hearts beating beneath our feet. Lord
though the earth is locked in irons of ice and snow
there are angels in the undergrowth, praise them.
© Dorianne Laux.  All Rights Reserved.

Friday, September 22, 2017

Equinox fireworks,
saluting change of seasons.
early darkness falls.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Time of the Eleusinian mysteries

Plutarch who once wrote:
"because of those sacred and faithful promises given in the mysteries...we hold it firmly for an undoubted truth that our soul is incorruptible and immortal. Let us behave ourselves accordingly."


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