Thursday, January 31, 2013
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
becoming rather than become
some times
she becomes
so very
like so many birds
like so many fish
dispersing
coalescing
cloud and particle
nothing
and everything
pass your hand
through the space
she was
and there is
and then there
isn't
an allness
a wholeness
dissolves into
a nothingness
as if
she is becoming
rather than become
.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
winter branches
winter branches
reaching across a frozen river
in a few months they'll create shadows
on the water
and shade for the fish and the little animals
passing underneath
Monday, January 28, 2013
what is on their mind?
well it's lovely to see that even though it's cold as a cat's curse,
the trees are still holding regular meetings on the state of things.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
mid winter
crossing the narrow walkway over the lock in beavermead park here in peterborough.
the ice has cracked ever so slightly in the middle . . .
Saturday, January 26, 2013
friday night bike ride
in from a late friday night out . . . twelve forty five on a much warmer night - minus seventeen celsius . . .
here's my bike waiting to come inside . . . .
the front brakes got kind of frozen up so they were pretty useless!!!
a fun night out and a fun ride home!
Friday, January 25, 2013
managing the cold
it's been a cold week of biking. i haven't missed a day. so temps between minus twenty six and minus thirty four celsius are becoming par for the course.
strategies to manage the cold and its effects are including coffee, excellent winter ale from granville island off the west coast of british columbia, tasty spicy food and zydeco music from new orleans. . . here's a fun example . . .
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
inclinations
there's a place in me
that is inclined to remember
so much of what i overlook
i find it in the meltwater
of a mid winter river
in the soft echo of a tree shadow
in the footprints of animals needing to drink
sometimes
i call it
my self
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
the thrum of her imagining
in this night
of small lights
and softened faces
i heard eyes
that spoke
and mouths that whispered inwards
holding the place of our affection close -
clenched fist tight
Monday, January 21, 2013
winter biking
winter biking
scary at times
exhilarating
and beautiful if i ignore the slush
the black ice
the cold
the fear
and afterwards the rush
of making it
to wherever i am
safely
and by my own effort
and then remembering
the beautiful parts
the moments
and of course
the hot bath
and the coffee
to wash out all the rest!!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
[month of] january
it freezes- all across a soundless sky
the birds go home. the governing dark's begun:
the steadfast dark that waits not for a sun;
the undefeated enemy, the chill
that shall benumb the voiceful earth at last,
is master of our moment, and has bound
the viewless wind it-self. There is no sound.
it freezes. every friendly stream is fast.
it freezes; and the graven twigs are still.
excerpted from [month of] january by hilaire belloc
Saturday, January 19, 2013
a single drop of dew
of the floating lotus leaves.
our hearts are a sea, a lake,
finally a little pond, where
spider webs interlock over the round leaves,
and below them our longing
is only a single drop of dew.
hsiung hung
Friday, January 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
the old story . . .
time triumphs then.
and lets down its hair —
shadowy black,
trailing like a willow.
hsiung hung
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
island (i)
earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
waves sweep the sand from my island.
my sunsets fade.
field and glade wait only for rain
grain after grain love erodes
my high weathered walls
which fend off the tide
cradle the wind
to my island.
excerpted from "islands" king crimson
Monday, January 14, 2013
when in doubt
i do this almost every day
wave
at someone i don't know
and it's amazing
that they wave right back
with a nervous
and sometimes gently curious
and sometimes
(but more rarely)
a slight edge of thrill to their body language
that we cross the invisible barrier
of know you / know you not
on a regular basis
reminds us all that
we are simply souls
in bodies
with strange and circuitous journeys to make
and that perhaps
we should honour
each other's presence
by the simplest
and least affecting of means
on a regular basis
just to clear the cobwebs
and the rusty bits
out of the system
Sunday, January 13, 2013
sunday
on sunday morning
the bells peal across the frosted rooftops
losing something of their muffled echoes
in the scraggled tree branches
bare metallic and
blackened
against the grey winter sky
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
this bridge between hard places
i race
across the bridge
between the hard places
-
i bet you know
the sense
of relief i feel
as you yourself have likely experienced that same stepping away
as you yourself have likely experienced that same stepping away
from one hard place
and that same looking ahead
to another
and that same looking ahead
to another
that moment of relief as you step away
that is
entirely filled
that is
entirely filled
with the voices and colours and sounds and people
of all you might have imagined to that point
and then just as suddenly
felt
the extraordinary
emptiness
of the great space between
the unknowing
where there are simply
no referent points
and you stand
posed somewhere between
posed somewhere between
here and there
and
otherness
in the great suddenly filled with nothingness
of the space
between what might have been
and what might be
between what might have been
and what might be
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
simply a song
the sky fell in tiny flakes . . .
uncountable numbers
and when i squinted my eyes
i saw the flakes were like so many threads connecting the sky and the ground
and i imagined this world i lived in as held together
by these slender threads
and that i was but one thread
connecting heaven and earth
and that the wind
played me
like music
and i was simply a song
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, January 7, 2013
desire gratified
abstinence sows sand all over
the ruddy limbs and flaming hair,
but desire gratified
plants fruits of life and beauty there.
william blake
Sunday, January 6, 2013
a loosened spirit
he ate and
drank the
precious words –
his spirit grew
robust –
he knew no more
that he was poor;
nor that his
frame was
dust –
he danced
along the dingy
days
and this bequest
of wings
was but a book –
what liberty
a loosened spirit
brings –
emily dickinson
Saturday, January 5, 2013
it lingers somehow
there's something of christmas
still available
in the air
the coziness
the warmth
and especially
the small richnesses of colour
because really
it isn't about a day
as much as it's about a state of being
an acceptance
that goodness
and kindness
are possible
and entirely available
if you are available
to them
Friday, January 4, 2013
i absorb the shining
a single pebble of pure ice
lying on the beach
captivated me
on a recent walk
alongside the water
it's life
no less transient
than my own
no less significant
than that of my own
---
having nothing and wanting nothing.
i absorb the shining and now I see the ocean,
billions of simultaneous motions
moving in me.
rumi
(excerpted from "i have such a teacher")
Thursday, January 3, 2013
this we have
is not imagination.
this is not
grief or joy.
not a judging state,
or an elation,
or sadness.
those come
and go.
this is the presence
that doesn’t.
rumi
(excerpted from "this we have now")
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
look what happens!
weak and beautiful
precious sunlight finds its way
to us
even in the middle of winter
-+-
even
after
all this time
the sun never says to the earth,
"you owe
me."
look
what happens
with a love like that,
it lights the
whole
sky.
hafiz
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
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