Category: spirituality
-
Boomer Granddame
sad-eyed she says he needs her, but she can’tstand him. he’s a habit she’s had fortyyears now: how’s she supposed to quit him now;she mourns her wasted youth, though praises godover the seven fine children they raisedtogether—though one is dead and a daughteris in prison for life—she wonders aloudto that same god where everything went…
-
Roadtrip
it was time for a change of scenery;too long we’d danced in stagnant rain on prairiesand wanted for some elevation, orperhaps bigger sky or broader blue scapes.undecided, we headed west in the carplaying novels on CD as the milesslipped by, the asphalt river racing pastbeneath worn tires and we watching roadsidesfor occasional animals, hawks byday,…
-
Fly
mountains, the placid water, sluggish atriver’s bend, the fly placed just right, quick flickof the wrist and timing is everything,the trout strike in the dying day . . . I watchedthe old man tie this lure, enchanted byhis fervor and curious how a twistof thread and wire becomes siren to theseriver dwellers. He’s gone now,…
-
Satori Zhatahz
got this livin-in-the-now thing goingon now, he says, though the haunt in his eyesbelies the now; somewhere on the road tosatori we met at a bright crossroadsof seeking, which is really something forparallel paths. we sat to center andfollow our breath — he his way, and me mine. my breath moving outward, I trail behindto…
-
Aubade
We all want to be beautiful, Liza beneath some argent moon in her fullness, at daybreak with its pink-lined clouds and sky pure as mountain springs, bright as topaz and us waking from dreams of golden streets . . . Liza, paradise is deep within, resides here within the placid soul, the restful mind. Each…
-
Your Church and Mine
driving through this rainy morning Sundayyou in your puritan dress and humming hymnsand me trying to remember when last I wentto service, to the gathering of the faithful, whenlast I broke bread with the brethren andfeasted on the flesh of a two-thousand-year deadsavior, heard the word beat into the pulpit straightinto my mind and soul,…
Fringemonkey Scribbles 