DAILY 
“BARN’S BURNED DOWN Now I Can See The Moon”
Under this Full Moon Life is slipping away.I ponder loss watchingMy barn burn. Death smoking the air, Flames fed by my livelihood. But if I now see the moon, Will my Buddha-Self fill with gratitude? Burn baby, Burn!
DEATH BECOMES US
I weep for too many dying alone~ That so much love goes un-shared. Let death become a sacred talisman To love now! And bring us present in grief Embracing All Life. The pandemic cries, “Be One Heart! Show up empty handed. Join in reconciliation Reclaim Grace.” “May all that is un-forgiven in you, be released. May your fears yield their deepest tranquilities. May all that is unlived in you, blossom into a future graced with love.” (John O’Donohue blesses us with the last three lines.)
IN EVERY BREATH
lub dub love in every breath.
TURN THE PAGE, PILGRIM
NEW YEAR’S BLESSING Turn the page, Pilgrim,Free Falling, hold yourself as a sacred vesselRip out pages of scribbled regret, And layered truths,Obscured in shadow’s weight.Re-read of hard-won wisdom,The muscled resilience of holding faith. Turn the page, Pilgrim,Free Falling, begin the new story,Mar the unlined paper.Despite loss Punctuated in floundering and failure,Turn and dare write the unknown.Not as fiction.But the life within, waiting for birth.Waiting the courage of dreams.Waiting the writer’s gift of imagination;The ‘Pilgrim’s free falling Progress,’ on page after page.
THE CHALICE
Gratitude lies with those who love Beyond our carelessness. Gratitude goes to those reaching out Across miles and absent years, Bestowed on those who know our ‘True Name,’ And invite our querulous contradictions home to their compassion. Gratitude is a hymn sung by those who hear our off-key notes And forgive all that lies unsung and un-forgiven within. Gratitude is the chalice, filled and refilled Despite petty hurts and anger~
KNEEL AND KISS THE GROUND
September Blessing In this lofty time, in this lonely time “Live to the point of tears,” Camus wrote long past. Yet, and still, and always, we long for tears Tasting of raw and fearsome courage To shape and break each born anew moment. Cleanse, and move us toward belonging To the mecca of this day!