This gnawing knocks
yelling its yearning
through certain music
that plucks strings
so tightly woven
that a simple
snag causes everything
else to unravel
now it’s time
for me to
decide to return
to the loom
or close the
door to that
very special room
Category: Meditation
Not
The getting
is gone
for good
the hardest
of harvests
is over
it’s time
to wash
and sort
to store
and keep
and maybe
tomorrow I’ll
maybe not
More
And the
more that
I’ll find
will always
be better
for to
me it
is new
I don’t
cry for
things lost
for I
know that
nothing beats
something new
to learn
and explore
Gifted
To give without
expecting any return
response or reply
is a grace
to be invisible
without others knowing
what where when
is itself abundant
to share generously
whether it’s time
or an ear
or a shoulder
is always an
act of prosperity
to give then
without is gratitude
for having much
to be gifted
Earth
And bubbles bubble
breaking the surface
sighs I think
of times gone
dark things settled
and breaking down
becoming rich earth
in which plants
and lily pads
will soon bloom
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 