dove of peace

the birds are going
   the other way now,
passing houses as they go.

and the geese fly
   back and forth
   across the valley,
   getting ready.

the sound of geese in the distance
      is wonderful:
             in our minds
             we rise up
             and move on.

                         spring poem in the skagit valley
                         from ish river, robert sund




walk on the water
let the open palm stretch
untether the captive heart
wake the sleepy tender one
rise to meet the only story
love

love is healthy for children
and other living things

i have nothing to say...

...and i am saying it...
                      ~ john cage

shall we?

shall we do without hope?
some days there will be none.
but now
to the dry and dead woods floor
they come again,
the first flowers of the year,
the assembly of the faithful,
the beautiful,
wholly given to being.
and in this long season
of machines and mechanical will
there have been small human acts
of compassion, acts of care,
work flowerlike in selfless loveliness.
leaving hope to the dark
and to a better day ~
receive these beauties freely given
and give thanks.

              wendell berry
              leavings