I am a person of metaphors:
trumpeting truth
through indirections,
whispering wishes
into the wind.
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Soul Mapping
There rises from deep within me,
before thought, shaping feeling,
choices, sometimes words —
heart and gut desires
Sometimes I listen,
sometimes I hear,
sometimes I close my eyes
and plunge another way.
The crest of a thought
wakes me, warns me,
pulls me back onto the path
and towards the shape of my life.
New Wellsprings
I had allowed my heart
to wither
and dry out
in the absence
of one I loved.
Looking at the lushness
of another summer,
I discovered
different sources
greening me up.
With the swelling and softening
of my heart,
beyond tears, my eyes
Could recognize
new wellsprings of joy.
Twilight
The slow diminishing
of a northern summer day
into a gentle twilight
whispers
that night approaches.
The heat of the day
cools softly
with caressing breezes
offering kindness
as an evening gift.
Before the darkness
shrouds the remaining light,
an easing comfort
can be received
and shared.
In the Memetime
PostEnlightenment: Unintended Consequences
In my late middle age, I emigrated
from linear thought and paper
to the New World of meaning-making
- digital and screens -
and the dubious democracy
of social media.
With the accents of logic and rhetoric
I spoke this new foreign language
of tweets and memes,
aspiring to live the Technology Dream
of constant accessibility
to information and delusions.
(My grandfather told me
before he was born
no plane had flown,
and before he died,
a man walked on the moon.)
The Great Generation saw movies,
still shared pageants and singing,
but welcomed electric light,
phones, radios, and tvs
into their homes, ----
steps towards this hive mind dance.
Morning Light
When the earliest light
touches my face,
I wake
to black pine branches against
the palest, palest grey-blue.
Morning has come
and I am called to rise and
find my way
in this always losing
and receiving world.
By the Light of my Digital Devices
By the light of my digital devices,
I wander in darkened rooms.
This world is too much with me,
early and late:
I twist and turn, whirling.
I go to the lake
with its hint of wilderness.
Despite landscaped edges,
the lake shifts and breathes:
womb of potent Mystery:
Stillness in sunshine,
quiet under clouds,
watchfulness in wind,
release in rain:
Peace, - I settle and ease.
Weathering Storms
Weathering storms and
pausing for moments of joy:
sunlight in shadows.
Credo in Youth and Age
Written in my mid-twenties
Written in my late seventies
Credo 2
I have lived long enough
to understand
I will die;
I choose
to delight
in moments
of bright joy.
In the early morning light
I surrender
to the glory of June.
In the morning breeze
branches move and sway
while their shadows
dance
in the sunlight.
In the quiet of solitude
I am
alive.
A Harmony of Greens
Leaves
in sunlight and shadow:
a harmony of greens,
plus the bass notes
of pine.
June reaches
into hope
set free by beauty:
a green time
thrusting into more life.
Learning Living 