And There Is Light

Comes the bloom of the Winter-sweet

comes the greeting to my grief

comes the day with pale light to shine within.

Comes a new beginning.

Every moment starts again

sweet fragrance drifts

Love whispers softly to the morning light.

I see shy flowers

until spring will bring new leaves

when the sun shines gloriously.

For The Wonder Of Oneness

"Boundlessly flows the river, just as it flows.

  Red blooms the flower, just as it blooms.

  Distant mountains without limit.

  Green upon green.

There is a true-ness and a thus-ness

to the flowers blooming and the river flowing.

There is life in its vast contours.

There is you and me along this path.

There is a world.

There is a world in need of support,

of love, of holding, of honoring.

There is a world deserving of honor and love

and care for each and every sentient life.

There is the river flowing with care

and the mountains vast with honor.

There is love and respect, 

for each and everyone of our lives,

- for my life and yours."

 

This is a Zen Saying.

And this is the Zen Bell in my bamboo garden.

 

  

Reaching Up

You sit with me
as I sit within
and each new day I begin.
I pray I will be listening
to the whispers you are whispering.

This day may we find the way
to travel in and hear us say
keep going
keep breathing
freely calling air
for all to breathe and all to share
for all to live
and see equality
rising up to lift our lives
to where the light shines through to all

and every whisper and every call 

for love is heard above.

Now here come more possibilities 

for reaching up to heal

our communities.

Seeing A Fresh New Day

If I sing the call for beauty

across the frost this morning,

I will see a new day dawning.

I touch my heart to start

the next

present

moment.

I pray it will be the one

bringing more life to rise brightly.

Autumn has left a leaf for me

as I look at lush fresh parsley.

Let Us All Be Heartened

I am here at dusk
on this wet and cold day
hoping to see
growing resilience around me.

And yes.
What a joy.
What a wonder.
There are two
tall flowering grass tree spears
which have not been seen for endless years.

It is good to update you.
There has been drenching rain
for five weeks and it is now five months
since the wildfires here.
I hope each of you 
find endurance and deep healing 
in good ways today.

Blessings and love 
Bee x
 

For The Tender Troubled One

It was the end of a long Funeral Day.

When he came home 

she wandered away.

Gone suddenly.

Then, tragically, gone.

He carried her away.

And in the darker night,

he laid her to rest

in a beautiful island place,

safe

with the rock spirits 

in The Valley of the Ancients.

If you think you were alone

whisperers know

you were saying goodbye

before she ran to the sky.

For 'beautiful' Lucky

She was the tender troubled one,

who died young.

Teddy with the angel boy

Top Photo: Rusty and Russ's horse in 1937 

Now I can see three dogs playing