Absence of color smothers all sentient seeing Shimmering Drizzling Stillness Blackened sparrows dart across the tender expanse of humid space hurrying on toward warms nests feathered with last year's glory Shimmering Misty Stillness A solid white cruiser cuts through shallow depths pressing eagerly toward safe harbor and promises of a cold brew Shimmering Soaking… Continue reading Gray Day
Where does the wind go? Where does it begin? One moment the air is still, only a gentle breath kissing the blades of grass. Another moment dried leaves stand at attention then tumble forward, torn brutally from the hard earth into a feverish force. Flower petals tear away. Beings with wings soar above or shelter… Continue reading Going Nowhere
Frozen in place for a while longer while seagulls crack open clams perfectly chilled and salted just so Still but for the gentle vibrations and storm-tossed shakes of the brittle branch stretching over a sleeping spirea Warmed from mid-day to near dusk when the sun beats down between the solid roof and the weak limbs… Continue reading Blossom
A friend recently asked me about Time.
Sometimes meditation doesn't go the way you like.
Dani's Healing 