Surrender
In a redwood forest
I sit in the palm of God’s hand
surrendering to the Voice
sighing through redwood fingers
reaching toward heaven,
surrendering to the Voice
singing through lips and beaks and wings,
surrendering to the Voice
murmuring through the ocean
of formless thought
lapping at the shores of consciousness
surrendering to the Voice
in the stone, the sun, the Self. . .
Voice of Spirit
lapping at the shores of consciousness
Speak to me, and speak to me,
Yes, oh yes, speak to me
My will is Yours. . .
Thank You. Thank You, yes, Thank You. |
Endangered Species
To view the daisy-flamed candelabrum,
endangered species,
Giant Golden Coreopsis,
six sandy miles through dunes
the two of you led us,
extolling its flickering beauty,
value, rarity.
You urged its preservation,
appreciation.
In tennis shoes and battered hats
nowhere so well seasoned
as your 70-and-80 odd years.
You wore your love of earth
and all it bears
like campaign buttons
out to elect a winner.
Respite
Meditation,
golden with solitude,
draws me back
and back
into its womb,
throbbing its surf-song
heartbeat
faintly in my ears,
enclosing me in
green-leaf peace.
At the edge of the ordinary,
warblers brushed with sun
and hummingbirds
flit like luminous promises
of what Is when we
rest here a while each day
before being born again
into the world.
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