do you miss the rain ancestors? or is that how you touch earth again? do you watch over one nest? or roam? spirit feet like seeds riding is that you singing in summer storms? do you remember? is that why spruce wears pollened buds? this gold as transient as breath. Image by lldigo via…
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Journey Prayer, the Video!
My first experiment with video poems… seems like a good time to revisit a prayer for all travelers…
Journey Prayer, the Video!
My first experiment with video poems… seems like a good time to revisit a prayer for all travelers…
Journey Prayer: Audio Recording
Here’s the audio recording I’ve made of a poem from Fifth World Drum.
Unkai: Sea of Fog
this morning, unkai – the sea of fog – unrolls train valley Oe-san and browning peaks around all swim in mist slow down feather grey engine sighing smoke kisses mist sun weaves thin air banners between lowering waves of cloud it begins above train arrival chimes one note falling far from clear song one silver…
Coming to Canada: A Gardener’s Meditation, Part 1
A garden is a long work. Yes, you can turn soil, plant seeds, harvest in that same fall. In that sense, to grow a garden is a simple task, unskilled labour; weed a little, watch the water, wait on the season, and done. Gardening, though, is more than this. It is the communion of human…
Secrets
clam nestled in sand will not yield, there is no revolving beyond sun sparks cloud edge low, between mountain and sea running silvered under early blue seething, top to bottom storied beyond our reading slaves, liars, murders, cheats underpin glass towers glinting now, at anchor lights winking back from their smug harbour …
Ferocious In the Service of Love
“the heart is our lens for seeing” Raffi Cavoukian In this time of rising tides in this time of shattering in this shorn hair time, where darkness pools; let the blessed black of holy night where mystery holds sway by right again become a resting place, guarded by those who walk ferocious in the service of love….
One Moon, Many Faces
This poem is the first one i translated into Spanish on my Español page. One Moon, Many Faces At the balance point between summer and autumn so much turns on the breath of fog falling over a broad green stream. To be so pierced by light vague, faceless sun given specific, cratered glory And down in…
Prairiepomes 