What wisdom I have Awakens me to my blindness. I cannot see light itself: What I know of light Is only an alluring shadow Of what it is and does.
To ponder our future development and a human evolution Gives us pause to envision a needed "saving Earth" solution
The day after the first Shabbat in Advent, Mary and Joseph took Jesus, who was eight years old, To the Great Mall of
Quickened by my attention to what surrounded me As I sat on one of the pale yellow rounded boulders in the creekbed.
By the caves of San Satorio We hold hands and gaze at the quiet rush of the Duero As once did Leonor Machado and her husband Antonio, The poet of the two Spains - upstream and down in time - Through this same place where hermit monks of old Contemplated the flow that ever is here and now And drew close to the subtle power moving the silent river Imperceptibly carving the hill of Soria, steep and stark.
For deeper love we spread the bread I won’t be full till all are fed Till every soul has home and bed The rest of us can’t move ahead
Watch mountain shadows run Allelujia! Amen! Clouds gilded by the sun Allelujia! Amen! Hear tumbling water sing Birds calling on the wing
A message in a bottle In an ocean swirled with trash Would there be someone to read it If the ecosystem crashed?
...a review by Jim Burklo of WE ALL BREATH
...a review by Jim Burklo of "We All Breathe" by Gretta Vosper
I'm attending a conference at Esalen Institute near Big Sur this week. It's hosted by Esalen's Center for Theory and Research. It's focused
No one's raised who did not fall No one saves whom God did not send No one stands whose knees won't bend No helper's not been helped at all
God is Love
Lend your ears, lend your hands, Lend your movement, anything you can. Come to teach, come to be taught. Come in the likeness in the image of God. Cause, you can be like that. With all that humbleness, and all that respect.