Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Up a stone-strewn path,
Under the eaves of asparagus,
Past the last old rotting log,
There is a way to walk.

I go meandering, and
soon realize that I am going up
a mountain.

The trees hold me lovingly as I go by.
The sweetness of the air sustains me.
I stop for a drink of cold, pure water.

I have never had water before now.

Endlessly, I wander. Until I stop.
There is a clearing, and I am dreaming that
I can see forever
from this mountaintop.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

You Say You Want an Evolution

Even as a child, I had a ‘knowing’ that I was here on Earth at this time for a specific reason. In my teens, I connected to the idea as my being here to help in an “evolution of consciousness.” Slowly, over the years, I have to come to appreciate that patience is a key virtue in the unfolding of this evolution. Patience with myself, and patience with others. Change happens one person, one moment at a time.

Monday, September 7, 2009

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time; -

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow