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REED
Rising where the water meets the land / Every autumn bending lower with the seed
MIST
Moving through the forest floor at knee height / It makes the mushrooms seem like destinations
HAPPY
How simple joy can be when we allow / A door swung open to the afternoon
BIKE
Back out for the first time since January / Into the traffic with rusty confidence
WORTH
Whenever you act as though you matter, you begin to make it more true / Only the self that claims its worth can offer it usefully to others
GIVE
Genuine generosity is the art of giving what it costs you something to give / In the moment of offering freely, you discover what you truly hold
AWARE
Attending to the present is a discipline of love / Whatever you ignore in you will find another way to speak
DAWN
Darkness that lasts the longest makes the next dawn the most felt / At the end of every darkness is a light that kept its patience
MEAL
Made before anyone knew they were hungry / Everyone at the table and the phones away
QUIET
Quelling the internal noise takes practice / Under everything, a waiting stillness
CORE
Come back to what is fundamental when the rest falls into noise / Only the essential holds when everything peripheral falls away
FAITH
Facing forward when the road goes dark / Alive inside the mystery, not afraid
PINE
Planted long ago now taller than the house / Its roots the depth of everything we know
YEARN
You lean toward the irretrievable / Every distance feels like hunger
HOPE
Held between the broken and the new / One small light inside the corridor
DAWN
Darkness that lasts the longest makes the next dawn the most felt / At the end of every darkness is a light that kept its patience
PEACE
Passed between two strangers in a glance / Every softening of the brow is peace
AWARE
All that is happening is more than you are usually taking in / When you expand the field of your attention, more of life is there
DAWN
Deep quiet before a single bird decides / A breath of cold from the open window
SPARK
Something small and bright ignites the whole long journey / Potential lives inside the thing that seems insignificant
ROOM
Radiator clicking on and the curtains shift / Ordered in memory though not always in fact
BREAK
Breaking open is not the same thing as being destroyed / Returning to your shape after the shattering is not the same shape
CREEK
Cold and narrow between the mossy banks / Rounding the boulders in small white confusion
CLOCK
Changed in spring and the whole house shifts / Looking at it when the conversation pauses
WALK
Weather finally good and the coat unnecessary / Around the long way because of the light
PETAL
Pressed between the pages of the old book / Even now it holds the shape of what it was
LIGHT
Living in the glow of what is true about you costs nothing / In darkness you discover what of you still knows the way
PATH
Passing the same tree that leans toward the wall / A cat watching from the gatepost as always
ROAD
Running away from the city for a Sunday / Outside the window everything is green finally
GENTLE
Going slowly through the difficult / Every movement made with care
WIND
Wandering through the ancient pines / It carries seeds to faraway hills
SHINE
Somewhere in your quiet, something wants to glow / Hard times only prove how bright you really are
DAWN
Deep quiet before a single bird decides / A breath of cold from the open window
STORM
Sky turning the color of old iron / Thunder rolling across the open plain
DAWN
Dim and grey and not quite beginning / Alarm unneeded for the third morning running
LILY
Long stalks bending over the pond edge / In July the whole surface is white with them
FREE
Facing what has held you is the beginning of no longer being held / Releasing the past does not mean it did not matter, it means you do
VOICE
Volumes go unspoken in the people who stay silent / Only when you speak does what is real become real to others
ARISE
A new thing does not ask permission of the old to appear / Rising is not a sign that the falling did not happen or was not real
TRUTH
There is something steady underneath the shifting noise / Returning to it feels like water after thirst
FIRE
Following the wind wherever wind leads / Inside the ring of stone it builds and ruins
AFTER
A new beginning only starts on the far side of an ending / Following the hardest chapters often comes the clearest voice
DOOR
Day ends with the click of a lock / Opening to whatever the evening brings
PHOTO
Pulled out and looked at without warning / Holding a face you sometimes forget
TOWN
The same streets walked a thousand times / Old hardware store still on the corner
MIST
Muffling the sound of the early train / It comes in off the estuary by night
JOY
Just the moment, nothing borrowed / Ordinary lifted into extraordinary
SCENT
Sun on the sheets brought in from the line / Cedar in the drawer with the winter things
DUSK
Day leans down toward the western trees / Under the amber the shadows grow long
BUILD
Brick by brick, the self becomes what it practices / Under every finished thing are all the failed attempts