Carried Across the Sky

Contemplative Journey

  • While Moving Along

    As I move along in time and space Sometimes I get stuck Or maybe I’m just lingering before circling back To pick up something missed Or undo something done, if that were ever possible. Or to try again and this… Continue reading

  • We Are What We Seek

    Why do we stand outside the temple wondering what prayers will open the gates? We have only to say, “Please, open.” And what is inside will be revealed. No need to travel to Rome, Or visit a hundred churches. The… Continue reading

  • Shadow Boxing

    While the rest of the floor is spotless. There is yet a bit of a mess in the kitchen. It is possible, I am afraid, to “awaken,” To become a guru, And while chanting “Om” Be oblivious to what’s under… Continue reading

  • Border Crossings

    As you go about your work Look around you. Here, the trees are flames. The sky filled with the sound of geese. Stirrings of autumn. All this beauty. But you can stop anywhere, Attentive One day you might find yourself… Continue reading

  • New Day

    Do you know what is happening right now? Oh, it is too much really for words. In the west, the full moon, setting, still peeks through the trees of the forest. I thought my Love was going away to rest.… Continue reading

  • Convergence

    How much time do we spend warding off chance, each fork in the road a convergence, a possible head wound to a carefully maintained worldview–our easy chair. Where is the courage in this? One avoidance after another Until the door… Continue reading

  • No One Told Us

    We are millionaires whose bank accounts have been done in by our own inflation, out on the street, our life confiscated by the imperial status quo. We learned early that rocks were inert and no harm done in kicking them… Continue reading

  • Sacred Geography

    We are not trodding out along some horizontal plain, searching for an abandoned house to die in, alone. Ladders are everywhere angels ascending and descending A sacred geography, the cross with a heart at the center. Why do we keep… Continue reading

  • Oh Dear small self

    Oh dear small self, My kicking and screaming child, I am jumping into the ocean A world where illusion dissolves. When I emerge the mist on the mirror will be toweled away. I will do this a hundred times Embracing… Continue reading

  • Behind a Closed Door

    It is You who are knocking at the door Holding your basket of bread The only catch is my hesitancy And you are not one to barge in. My small self does not want to die It still resides in… Continue reading