Between the Notes

-------Between the Notes-------

When it is quiet

the whole world can be heard

singing.

Each being.

Each space 

between the notes.

Is helping create

this beautiful

music.

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Opens the Door

-------Opens the Door-------

In the moment just before sleep

the mind stops working

and becomes a doorway

between heaven and earth.

"Leave your things out there,"

a lovely voice calls.

"Come in.

Come in and rest."

What is there on the other side

is not for knowing.

What dreams emerge

is for the stars to decide.

Forgiveness 

like this

opens the door 

to communion,

and somewhere, 

in this Great Forest,

a small, green leaf 

trustingly unfolds.

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Before Our Eyes

-------Before Our Eyes-------

Slowly

a bud unfolds 

to leaf

and the forest fills

with flower smells

and color.

"All of a sudden!"

you might say, 

about the Spring.

But Rumi says, "Patience 

with small details

makes perfect a large work..."

Let go of thinking

and all your senses

will disappear 

into one,

ever-changing 

season.

Making love in this emptiness

shows us how 

to truly see.

This, is what the World is doing

right now

before our eyes.

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Gratitude

-------Gratitude-------

While the sky struggles for blue,

a wildflower dances 

in the light 

of its mothers eyes.

Behind 

every cloud,

within 

each drop of rain,

The great star reflects

and a voice

like soul music

shows the children home.

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Heartbreaks the Shell

-------Heartbreaks the Shell-------

A bright, orange sky

turns to darkness

and in this darkness

we find each other

For struggle holds its own kind 

of light and magic.

New stars are born. 

A friendship unfolds 

like a seed out of winter

And we grow.

As heartbreaks 

the shell

wide open.

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A Gardener’s Heart

-------A Gardener’s Heart-------

I am not 

what I do 

but beneath it.

Within.

Where the question 

why

sincerely repeated 

brings us.

Deeper

deeper

deeper.

To the source 

unfolding,

becoming 

what we see.

Like a flower from seed.

Like hands 

in the 

earth.

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Out to Sea

-------Out to Sea-------

Off the crest of a wave

the world and I 

reflect

and come together.

A single image

edge-less 

and moonlit.

Resounding,

"Forgive, Dear Heart.

Be free.

Let this Great Tide 

take us 

out to Sea."

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Fever Lift

-------Fever Lift-------

Dark is night and fever dreams

as the world plays 

quiet music

A shell cracks

      disguised

the tower falls

            as chaos

And through the madness,

through rubble and change,

the healing unfolds

Leaf 

by leaf

sweat and weeds

The perfect order,

the persistent rhythm,

of our bodies quiet music.

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Uprising

-------Uprising-------

The fog rose 

like firesmoke

out of dawn and 

the last few embers of Winter.

And as the sunrise 

and April took the trees 

we laid beneath branches of gold,

dark blue

and violet light

Holding on 

to what was left of each other

until all that could be held

was gone

And we became 

one 

single breath,

rising up

out of the Earth.

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Through the Night

-------Through the Night-------

Up in rhythm

sound the horns

the red bud opens

a world is born.

Silver Maple, willow

and rose

color awakens

the hidden

exposed.

Every end begins 

another

leaf on earth

the model cover.

Layers of time

layers of light

a band of stars

plays through 

the night.

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From a Dream

-------From a Dream-------

Springtime reflects 

off the lakes still water.

A perfect mirror

to every cloud,

leaf 

and song

emerging from sleep.

To the peeper's choir

set beneath a long 

yellow willow, 

we woke 

with wonder in our eyes,

entangled in blankets 

and each other,

Like the world 

becoming 

from a dream.

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Granite Hills

-------Granite Hills-------

I have left many thoughts 

to these granite hills.

Out of my pockets

and my hair they fall

upon cold, wet earth

into the cracks of coming Spring.

I let go what I must to heal,

stepping to the rhythm of growth.

And as the sun rises,

a beautiful, green leaf

emerges 

from the darkness.

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Our Song

-------Our Song-------

The moment between

a note and 

another;

A perfect emptiness 

imprinted 

by a seed.

The Drummer's hand lifts,

dawn strikes the mountain

and we unfold.

Leaf by leaf,

the song

emerges.

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