Time for Serenity, Anyone?  — Wm. Stafford

I like to live in the sound of water,

in the feel of mountain air. A sharp

reminder hits me: this world still is alive;

it stretches out there shivering toward its own

creation and I’m part of it. Even my breathing

enters into the elaborate give-and-take,

this bowing to sun and moon, day or night,

Winter, summer, storm, still–this tranquil

chaos that seems to be going somewhere.

This wilderness with a great peacefulness in it.

This motionless turmoil, this everything dance.

Reflection chosen and read by Amy W.

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My morning meditation: to walk soundlessly on the pine-needled path, gently enough to not crinkle my wind jacket or crunch a twig. I inched forward, back, forward, back, a seamless motion in silence, then noticed. The rhythm rocking me turned my walking into an everything dance!

 

Moving Still

 

Without thinking

an osprey

adjusts its flapping:

slow, to soar, circle,

move into position,

fast, to hover, wait, aim.

It takes all of him

to know how to search.

 

Sitting Light

 

Egrets like lanterns

perch atop dry spartina

reflecting my peace

 

Reflection and poetry by Amy W.

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Motionless turmoil

Light, shadow enter the soul

Everything belongs.

Worry intercedes

Breeze and clouds cleanse heart and soul

At peace… this moment.   

Love Intertwined 

Sculpted Beauty

Photos and reflections by Nancy L.