Saturday, January 12.13
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Winter Meditation
Standing still, in winter morning sun.
Each deep breath of air inexpressibly dear
as if the first. With quiet praise to the giving One,
letting each breath go, as if the last.
What miracle—how sunlit exhalations
of living plants becomes the claws,
the strife and songs of animals,
each word and deed of human life.
Closed eyes feel the faint birch shadows,
brushing slightly cool across my face.
Nuthatches scratch the shreds of bark,
their nasal chuckling softens winter’s edge.
I hear wind from the southwest mountains
whisper the bamboo leaves.
They speak more certain words than ours
these mysteries of time: all we’ve found,
all that’s lost kissing softly the present,
all we’ve yet to find.
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“Be still, and know that I am God”
–Psalm 46:10
–Quilla
January 12, 2013 | Categories: Meditations | Tags: Bamboo, contemplation, God, grief, hope, listening, looking forward, loss, meditation, mystery, mysticism, One, organic, photography, poetry, prayer, standing meditation, stillness, time | Leave a comment
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