After satsang

Reaching skyward,

aspiration made concrete.

The daily task:

rising from separateness,

seems diaphanous

and often slipping away.

A bubble

The day seems evanescent,

perhaps breakable, certainly fragile.

Just floating and waiting,

looking for cause or reason.

The lesson: just be.

Pollen blessed

An untidy row of tulips

most wide open in the early sun.

One fully occupied…a lazing,

pollen-blessed bee

starting Spring’s work,

with Winter not quite gone.

Spring can be gray

Stub ends of last year’s reeds

pushing through a vernal pool.

Summer’s crushing aridity and heat

will provide a new crop of sticks next Spring.

The seasons here are reflected in such plain things,

sometimes. Not everything is green or blooming

to welcome us into a time of rebirth.

Links

sometimes rusty

will they remain strong

untended?

Hummingbird protector

A loud, cawing raven perches on the roof edge,

seemingly a predator in this quiet neighborhood.

Undaunted, the tiny Anna’s hummingbird streaks round

annoying the huge black bird…until finally the “threat”

departs. 

Last Spring, the harassment was directed

at an invader hawk. Hummingbird protector!

To the end of the pier

Contemplating the fishing pier with its faltering pilings,

I wonder how many of my own are weakened

by life’s storms, from the constant motion of its waves.

How many solid posts do we really need

to go all the way to the end? 

Probably not all of them.