One More Stone: Jan 31, 2012

A small stone:

brass strikes brass

sustained resonance

a spark for dry kindling

hypnotic inner flame

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gently now on the floor the vibration 

                                       stills

i watch

thoughts dance wildly no stillness in

here

flames rising and twisting

writhing resisting drawn into

orangegoldamberblackandblue

joy and suffering fiery tango

dies down into peaceful warmth

even ember glow contentment

at last until lost again in the trance

of thinking thinking thinking thinking

oh

forget remember

forget remember

forget return

sustaining one note forever

never intended in tending this hearth

for how else would we learn?

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Thank you to Fiona and Kaspa for hosting "a river of stones". I deeply enjoy this practice, and learn more and more each time I step into the healing waters. And speaking of healing...

The Healing Womb, a newly forming meditation circle for women on a healing journey, begins February 10th. For more information about this tele-circle offering click here, if you would like to join us "live" please send me an email 

so I have enough phone lines available and know who is sitting with us.

A Small Stone: Jan 30, 2012

forget-me-nots won't let me

spilled from pocket packet

nature's cogs of return

sprocket edged seeds

dormant capsules

o’time tic-ticking

on my night-

stand  still

this sunlit

winter’s

morn

A Small Stone: Jan 29, 2012

Striated lichens fold inward as they brave the frigid air, clinging to craggy bark; fragile and tenacious all at once, this is life.

This is life.

A Small Stone: Jan 28, 2012

Shadows and light play peek-a-boo, lines and curves do a merry dance of their own, on a single, snowy, Sunday drive.

A Small Stone Jan 27, 2012

Miniscule galaxy born of shower steam upon January windowpanes, oh yes, a celestial vision of star-bright prisms and black pocked emptiness arrayed for one whose eyes, heart and imagination are attuned to observing beauty in the most ordinary of places, temporarily transformed into realms of magnificence. Gone in the breath of an open door.

Linking to:

Friday Flash 55 with the G-Man

A Small Stone: Jan 26, 2012

A morning softly lit; light waves ride on snow-mist, released by a winter yawn. Afternoon opens wide for twisted branches, as they stretch through January blue.

Thank you everyone for your wonderfully supportive comments and emails on my 500th post! 

...and the photo card winners from a random drawing are:

 Inger-M, Hilary, Ms. Becky, Myrna R., Leslie!

Please send me your snail mail address via email so I can forward your gift to you.

A Small Stone: Jan 25, 2012

aged, dark, bent by time

submerged in an ice-bound bed

slow to rise morning