12 December 2023 (hard winter rain)

hard winter rain

a deep sigh blows out

the votive

10 January 2023 (the play)

the play of morning light meditation

7 November 2020 (meditation)

morning meditation

holding very still

to watch the feeder birds

July 30: Painted Ladies

Morning meditation:

Watching butterflies shift

among coneflowers.

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February 6: Tracking

moon over my shoulder

following fox tracks

to the meditation house

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January 6: Epiphany

If only my mind
mirrored this white winter sky
with the strip of blue.

October 14: Meditation garden

Upon reflection

it all becomes clear:

pathos of floating fall leaves.

 

 

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February 2: Morning Meditation 6

In this morning's guided meditation for Winter Feast for the Soul, Tibetan monk Anam Thubten described how in a certain meditative state we feel "empty inside in a beautiful way." I couldn't help but think of Wallace Stevens's poem The Snow Man, which is referenced in line two below.

More snow falling.
It takes a mind of winter
to simply watch it fall.

January 27: Morning Meditation 5

the mind snowstorm white
washer's long vibrato chant
calm inside the storm

January 22: Morning Meditation 4

Continuing with my morning practice with the help of Winter Feast for the Soul.

Before I close my eyes

Jupiter on the horizon

aligning my focus

January 18: Morning meditation 3

Squirrel bounds through snow

ponderously.
Trying to make my mind blank.

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