Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dust bunnies, god, perception, poem, poetry, seeking on February 21, 2018| Leave a Comment »
Looking for god under the bed—
finding dust bunnies.
Sacred dust bunnies.
Of course, I think,
but to be honest, friend,
I don’t really see
the divine
in these drifts of abandoned hair
and fuzz and grit,
no matter how much I’d like to.
Now I know how I get in my own way.
For here on, I’ll need to question
my eyes more often.
Lower my standards? Perhaps
feel myself being held
up to the light
to see what shines.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged coffee, poem, poetry, practice, seeking, truth on January 30, 2018| 6 Comments »
I asked the world
to teach me of truth
and waited and waited
for a lesson. Anything.
A bird. A rainbow.
A bug. A storm.
But nothing.
And so I went in
and made a cup
of coffee—ground
the beans and steamed
the milk and cradled
the cup in my hands.
And I tasted it.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged inner wisdom, meaning, poem, poetry, seeking on January 31, 2015| 4 Comments »
In a book,
in the fridge,
in your eyes,
at the edge,
at the altar,
in the sky,
on the mountain,
in the night,
in a song,
in a kiss,
with a
therapist,
in the sea,
on a shelf—
always
outside
of myself.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged love, path, poem, poetry, seeking, spirituality on October 13, 2012| 2 Comments »
First I wanted
to find the straightest
path from me to you,
and clear it
of all the stones,
the cliffs, the weeds.
Now I feel it is all
the path, how it all
leads to you, even
the stones,
the cliffs, weeds.