the sound of ice melting

colonnades of golden light
through the twilight of the forest
in the waning of the winter
stillness escalates to spring
crystalized froth calves into cascades
breaking free of frozen silence
the sound of ice melting
quickening in me

The Space Between

There is nothing that I need right now.
Appreciating this. I know it won’t last.

Something will wear out and need replacing.
I will become hungry, or tired.
An inspiration will arrise that warrants being followed.
Sometimes I thrive on the chase.
Sometimes it runs me ragged.
And then that will pass too.

In this moment, I rest in balance.
The still point, the space between the desires.
The tide of my breath pulses through me.
Recognizing. Gratitude for this.

The sun slips behind the mountain.
Ah. Here it comes.
And I am off and running again…

Hide and Seek

Incandescent orb shimmering
Melting snowcovered seascape of sky
Waves of lithe clouds swimming
Intermittently veil and revealing
Feminine contours of mountains
Modest confident majesty 

Enclosed inside my temperate auto

Slowly curving alongside the river

Silent for the wheels upon the road

I gaze soft focus through my windowpane

Entranced by the serene fluid stillness

Frozen, yet liquid, and vapor, and light

As sunlight escapes briefly

And illuminates the horizon

And then falls behind cover

And hides from me again

Stillness in Motion

As I step into motion, may I avoid being consumed by the busyness and the noise, and stay connected to the stillness within each moment of the movement, the silence everpresent behind the sound, and be guided by this…