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Find me stillness

Give me fireworks, give mefeasts, give me thrills. But findme stillness and I have the world.

On this chair

Give me five minutesand I’ll find eternityon this chair, in this sunshine.

Give me a minute

Give me a minuteand I’ll sink intomy place in the world.

Forgetting and remembering

Forgetting, I cryRemembering, I laugh.

Patch of light

Dwellin the patch of lightfor it reminds uslove is.

The trouble with wanting more

The trouble withwanting more,said Bird,is it leaves youwanting more.

Our lives

Forever distractedfrom the terrorof browning petals.

Still, always, home

I step outside and hearthe bee buzz and the bird singas the world greets me again—I’m still here, always here, always home.

Enough is more enough

If we can learn to wantless of more andmore of less;if we can stay stillat the precipice of desireand permit the deliciousness of more—while knowingenoughis moreenough.

All that’s left to do

All of usare thrown into this lifewe didn’t ask forbut want to keep. So we learn(finally and perhaps)that all that’s left to dois love.

Dandelion clock

What ifeverythingimportantis foundin thedandelionclockthe momentbeforethe windblows?

Love what is

Let me love what is—and one day grow as wiseas the daisy who lovesthe rain, loves the sun,and loves the windthat bends her.

The slide

When I was five, I’d do to the parkand play on the steep, metal slide.I learned then something I forget today—you only get where you want to gowhen you dare to let go of the sides.

Deep time

Sometimes I fret about yesterdayor worry about tomorrow.Then I noticethe granite cliffbehind my house.

Abundance

Never feel sadabout a wilting flower.Every petalcontains the ideaof another bloom.

The starflower

The starflower blooms in the forest.You might walk on by—but if you do,you’ll never know love is everywhere,even in the darkest of places.

Coreopsis

When the coreopsis is thirsty it wilts.When the rain comes, it thrives.This is the most sane thing I’ve seen all week.

Today

SometimesI thinkjoyis in themomentswe forgetwe havea tomorrow.

A good mosquito day

I know it’s a good daywhen the air is stilland I allow a mosquitoto whine by my earand I say—it’s OK,you need to eat,even if you’re diningon my blood. I want more of those days.

Angels

Dandelion seedslike angelsin the sun. We might notalways see itbut the truth isevery seedand every leafpossesses thisheavenly glow.

We’re told to ignore the emptypart, to step away from the voidand mind the gap. So instead webusy our heads with the full partand are glad our lives are complete.But what if the empty part isthe important part and the fullpart is merely a distractionfrom what is truly real?

The thing about spring flowers

The thing about spring flowersafter a winter turned insideis they capture youso, for a second,you lose your selfand find the world anew.

May I

May I listen to the world,may I have patience in the world,may I trust in the world,may I relax into the truth of stillness.

The inevitable joy of doing what comes naturally

The stream is giggling over the rocksas it falls to the lake. What does water,so light-hearted, understand that we do not?

On windy days

On windy days, if we standand listen, we hear the treestalk with the breeze. It’s likethey were waiting for natureto ask them what they know.

Love’s face

Love shows its face when you least expect.Such as when you find a beetle on its back,legs striving to reach the home of soil,and you gently nudge it right-side up.No chocolates, no flowers. Just striving in the dirtand knowing what being is.

Humility

What ifwe saw the worldthrough the eyes of the world,if we saw what’s best for the worldis best for us,if we allowed ourselvesto be smaller, to be nobody,to be a walk-on partin the world’s lovely play?

Statue

When I dieI hope they makea statue of meso I can wait in stillnessand see all the thingsI never sawbecause I was too wrapped upin my own self-ness.

Consume

Down deep in the dirt,the soil browning my palmsand filling my nails. I might decide to eat lunchwithout washing my handsso as to consume the universe.

More and more

Will I love this worldmore and more?More mud, more stone,more tree, more flower?Will my love flourishas the world growsstrong and beautiful?

Canopy

I lie downon the grassand look up. The pine andthe mapleknit the world whole.

On the sidewalk

He stood stillfor a minuteto let the world in. The rebel.

Amid

When the rain stops and the sunshines I step outside and countthe sprouting seeds amid therotting leaves—and fall in love.

All

All I want is what I got. The warm smellof yesterday’s grassThe birds singing.A fly. All I got is what I want.

The spruce

Last year something, perhapsa deer or a beaver, cut a ringin the bark of the spruceand now the tree is dead. Its once-green needles glowbronze in the evening sun. I will probably cut it down—I’m not ready to seesuch beauty in death.

First

There is no musicmore pure, no melodymore delightful thanthe first song of the wrenthat returns hometo the forest on thisnew day of spring.

Can we?

Can we consider it an honourwhen the phoebe choosesto build a nest under our deck?Can we be a place of safetyand of love? Can we live togetherin this land called home,under the same April sun? Can we be good?

Knowledge

We start by lovingthe world around usuntil we thinkwe know better.

Animated

Often it’s enough to watchthe wind-waved boughsand see life in every cell.

This old house

In this old housethe floors slope gentlytowards the middlebecause it knowsa true home is foundin the deep inside.

Life lessons

The thing about growing upis one day you realizeyou knew everything importantwhen you were five.

Attitude

In these times when I wantto fix the world of our uncertainty,I look down and notice the seedwhich sprouts and joyfully says:I cannot believe my luck!

Pale green lichen

Fell onto the snow a piece ofpale green lichen, nature’s proofone thing needs another. I took it home to remind meI’m never truly alone.

Blade of grass

When fear swells inside,look down and seespring’s first blade of grass,defiantly, lovingly green.

Forgetting, remembering

How easily I forgetyou are everythingand everything is youand all is well.

Big love

Wait long enough,watch hard enough,lose your self,find another self—in the wholeloveness of it all.

Pod

Three black seeds in an open pod.Waiting for water and warmthand luck.

Home and family

One day we will extendour family beyond theThanksgiving table andour home beyond ourlocked front door.Until then, we fight alonein this brutal, beautiful world.

Held

What if everything is heldin the silent spruceand the wren that arrivesfrom the east?