Saturday, March 26, 2011


among the soft words of the place
i know as home
so many are spoken
so kindly
so truthfully
that they compel through their mere existence
the need to be addressed

among them and most especially i know
the voice that passes through me
and honouring that voice
amid the turbulent divergence
and diversions
that i know as life
gives me hope

hope sings its song
in the language of every listener
shaping its body to the form of the cup
from which i drink
of life's experiencing

hope asks me to see
by the flickering candle flame that is the short-lived gift of my life
the great and small possibilities
that i am
and to love and respect
each as fully as my very own children

hope compels me
to embrace
my reflection
in the wine
that is this world

Saturday, March 19, 2011


to see the possibility of what i intuited could happen so many years ago when i mistakenly assumed that the emerging digital connection was the very edge of what was possible or even necessary . . .

a manifestation of connectedness that speaks in one voice through many hands, minds, and hearts

the guitar circle of europe ~ circulation

Saturday, March 12, 2011


when i see myself stopped

and consider
the harmony or dissonance
in the echoes of my actions

when i watch myself stopped
and see the sometimes synchronous sometimes chaotic
dance of my choices
swirling outwards and intersecting
even melding
with the choices of others

i'm drawn into the kaleidoscope
of real and imagined worlds
and actualities

even as they fall
around me like rain
and soak into the soil of this world's becoming self

Thursday, March 3, 2011


trees love themselves and extend that knowing of love into their sense of all othernesses
in whatever form they may take.

i know this as loving kindness.
it's a pairing of words that bears reflection and consideration.

loving kindness.

loving kindness allows for the possibility of a state of care that is unconcerned
with like or dislike, right or wrong.

loving kindness is entirely present in the possibility that maybe, just maybe, everything, all things,
are features, perhaps even signs pointing to the process of love that emerges unimaginably
and without condition from a creative moment we express as "the creation".

the creation manifests in our own experiencing as a sort of creative infinitude that embraces the tiniest plankton, the most ancient joshua tree, the most beautiful sunset and everything in-between,
despite and other.

all are expressions of love.

the creation is an unfolding gift within which it is possible to refine the presence of the soul that in this incarnation manifests as the youness of you.

and so as i stand on a streetcorner (as i did this very day) and watch the sun break through clouds painted pale violet and the softest of sienna and (if you can imagine)
turning my head ever so slightly to look further south
i watch a frostbow form and see the colours that will become spring fall to the earth

i am keenly aware of the finite features of my bodies' life and then the ebb and flow of the seasons and the larger cycles of our planet which in turn sing of the orbiting of the worlds comprising our very tiny place in this universe which even as it becomes and fills the space in its plentitude is already aware of the necessity of its return to the essence of love from which it exploded.

please understand that the extraordinary and almost unbearably beautiful forms that i am so graced to share this place with leave me filled with the overwhelming compulsion and desire to share the deep feelings of gratitude and awe that i would wish to contain but whose ownership i cannot isolate and so as an echo of the unconditional loving kindness which they reflect, i choose to share them inside my emerging understanding here.