amor caritas

the master of the two dogs,
raja and beauty, told me this morning
that they love attention..
who doesn't?

isn't that it..
we love being attended to,
intended to..

augustus saint-gaudens
did a bronze sculpture
of feminine beauty as a symbol
of the greatest measure of humankind..
our potential for selfless giving to others..
our exalted capacity for amor caritas

where charity and love are, there god is.

portal

9 out of 10..
well, maybe 8 out of 11
humanoids enjoy being spoken to / with..
unless they are plugged in and switched on..
then they don't even know they are spoken to...
once they find out that you are not out to harm them
or want anything from them..
they start moving at the speed of light..
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i will use anything as a door way..a portal
to connect with them..
those look like very cozy boots ~
what a head of hair you have ~
where did you get those earrings? ~
that is a dandy smile on your face ~
what brand of dog is that? ~
where are your gloves..it's cold... ~

they start dazzling and glowing and shimmering..
the conversation heats up and our hearts get warm..
by the time we pass one another, we are twinkling on all our cylinders..
it is a miracle!

my pal..monty..is out on the street every morning..
with a gleam in his eye and a smile on his lips..
we always greet one another with our bright highbeams..
one morning, i gave him a handful of hersey's kisses..
to sweeten his day, of course..
so this morning, i offered him a tri-fold dollar..
he didn't want to take it..
c'mon..a cuppa coffee..
he winked and received the buck..

on my return, i see him at the table at mc d's..
facing the street..
he stands up and bows with his cup in hand..
i bow back..
we are golden ~

open the door..
it's warm in here..
moving at the speed of bright..

glow little glow....

i see it..
this luminosity..
on the wrist of a woman in the grocery line..
the wag of the tail of a beagle i know..
the conversation of two ravens in tall tree tops..
i see the listening..the sound..the glow..
electricity..glowing from the toe of a polished boot..
the boot of a soldier...
electric green from boughs of pine and cedar..
the radiance off the lid of starbucks coffee ..
the sheen of almonds soaking in water..
the blush of a cat's whiskered surprise..
the glow in the mush of crush mustard leaves..
i am it..
glow little glow warm
glow

thanks giving

If the only prayer
you ever say in your entire life
is thank you,
it will be enough...
~ meister ekhart

running instructions

easy
light
smooth
fast

don't fight the trail ~

~ caballo blanco

praises

o sing praises to the veteran mountain..mt. rainier
who stands as tehoma.. as tadasana..all ways..

praises to the rosegoldblue cloud ceiling
that announces hallelujah! to this day..

praises to the crisp wind that rustles the leaves
that sing the praises to those singing praises..

praises to the clickety-clack of sail boat
contraptions that wave on the sound, the sea..

praises to the feet of all the beings high tailing it
down the sidewalk... cyclers, runners, walkers..

praises to the salt on my lips.
the honey on my tongue,
the growl in my belly..

praises to the big empty
that fills the galaxy with praises...
this is the only day ~

entering the shell

love is alive,
and someone borne along by it is more alive
than lions roaring or men in their fierce courage.

bandits ambush others on the road.
they get wealth, but they stay in one place.

lovers keep moving, never the same,
not for a second.

what makes others grieve, they enjoy.
when they look angry, do not believe their faces.
it is like spring lightning, a joke before the rain.

they chew thorns thoughtfully,
along with pasture grass.
gazelle and lioness having dinner.

love is invisible except here, in us.
sometimes i praise love. sometimes love praises me.

love, a little shell somewhere
on the ocean floor, opens its mouth.

you and i and we, those imaginary beings,
enter the shell as a single drop of water.
~rumi