Listen. Don’t act. Just sit still. Everyone & everything is speaking.
All of my tasks & plans and intentions are speaking as are yours.
I pass the amaryllis sheltered on the porch from the rain.
I can hear it’s thirsty request as I lift my bike to be on my way.
If I heed all of the cries I hear, I fear I’ll never leave the house, and never get anything done.
the man on the sidewalk,
the dirt on the kitchen floor,
your desperate need to be loved.
fourteen feet up
an orange peel rests
somebody loves you
drop consuming busy-ness
emphasize what’s real
learn body’s secrets
trees extend limbs from my heart
we: not two, not one
in gratitude for the life and service of Myogen Steve Stücky lessons gleaned from those who loved him. may he go well. (His obituary.)
death comes unexpectedly
pleased to bring you lunch
I pedaled in the hot sun
who gives, who receives?
few skillful-means here