Clerestory
comes to mind
from the white light
spilling down
onto my bed.
A canonical,
conical
shaft from above.
From its singular point of origin,
w i d e n i n g
to envelope me in its illumination.
Just sit
and
Be still.
Breathe in the light.
Tag Archives: stillness
Profound Simplicity
Coming home to porch lights beaming like a beacon,
a sign that someone inside loves me,
anticipates my return.
Blossoming across the porch,
filling that space,
highlighting the grain of empty adirondack chairs,
the shadow in the space between the slats.
Spilling over and through the tic tac toes of the windows,
imbuing the living room with a soft warm glow akin to Christmas candles.
The lines of the room the only thing standing out:
straight across the back of the sofa,
the vertical rungs of the rocking chair,
the vaulted grid over the glass of the wood stove
In this dim light,
this stark relief,
is the bones,
the foundation of what matters.
The lines of life in this place,
this home I fell in love with.
In the light of day, distraction drowns them out
But here, in the quiet of night, profound simplicity reigns.
Mother’s Milk
This tiny little person
latched on to my body
as long as I am wide
Miniature fist clenched around a rib of fabric,
holding on for dear life
Eyes arched in ecstasy,
then drooped in slumber
More parasitic than symbiotic,
but the sweetest symbol ever seen
Think about it
We look outside ourselves for distraction, rather than inside for peace.
We look to diversion rather than rest.
We fill our minds to avoid distinct thoughts rather than focusing on one that truly matters.
What would happen if we slowed down . . .
to meditate
to pray
to sleep
to stare
to breathe
to think in slow, meandering paths
to sit
We’d be happier
calmer
friendlier
more patient
more peaceful
better people, more attuned to our purpose here in life
Chopping Potatoes 