The Work of Happiness I thought of happiness, how it is woven Out of the silence in the empty house each day And how it is not sudden and it is not given But is creation itself like the growth of a tree. No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark Another circle…
Rise above it all.
There is beauty as far as the eye can see.
Written after a morning meditation in the San Gabriel Mountains: “Rebirth” When morning mist Swirls up the mountain I am born anew. Divine Mother’s grey gown Subdues sounds of earth, Shrouds its stark shapes, And enfolds me in a womb Of woven water, Where I…
“A mountain top” A mountain top, A mighty view: My problems… are so small!!! Amira “Una cima de montaña” Una cima de montaña, Una vista majestuosa: Mis problemas … son tan pequeños! Amira
A book of loving,
and fragrant flowers,
of stories of lilies that form stars;
Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair, With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,–On mountain heights, In woodlands dim with many a dream,
So many trees and so many flowers
They plunder the mountain all the time.
It’s attention is not disturbed.