Thoughts in the den

Economy sublime

Syllables of spartan clarity
the truth in them soothes my tempestuous soul
and when it comes down to it
to the bare bones of the honest truth
these few plain words
because they are real
and the speaker of them true
are all I could ever need

Volumes await my questing spirit
more than I can learn in a lifetime
but see there is listening to be done
a sacred thread
my own verbose insufficient attempts
cannot show what this is
nor should they
for it is new and ancient and beyond
what description might convey

Remember the simple thunder in reality
it was there in that first awareness
has flowed deep through every contact
a holy reverent covenant between two souls
why answered and asked and answered anew
no doubt ever when the nights and their days
command me in diligence and vigilance
to hold and keep safe this vital flame

And the conversations meander
through the weather and the events of our lives
while we overcome oceans in plans
for the doing of things
deferring to her quiet genius for building
I reel in the beauty she gives me
slow progress toward Nirvana
like a walk up a misty mountain path

So to write with a silver pen or one of gold
serves no purpose here
for there are never enough and always too many
words and phrases and speeches
to with justice and humble accuracy tell
the glory of so simple a rightness
as constitutes this eternal bond
so for its honor I must just now keep
a certain form of silence

~Well at St Brigid’s Shrine~

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oh wow! i absolutely love that pic *smiles* happy hump day beautiful *hugs you*Love Always,

It must be very hard for you sometimes. Hugs,

November 12, 2003

great picture & your words are beautiful

November 12, 2003

My daughter’s name is Bridget.. 🙂

November 12, 2003

wow…

you have such a talent. The last bit there…it reminds me of me and sarah.

Goodness, that well looks so… capsular? Or something. Your words are thought-provoking, as usual. Well, it’s a foine Wednesday, is it not? Took Aja to get her spayed this morning at 6 am. Poor little tyke – they get so frightened, but she will not bite or scratch me, even in her terror. I love my little babygirl! >^..^<

November 12, 2003

And sometimes it’s okay to write small words with big letters using a crazyon. 🙂

This whitter is a little different from the others.. still beautiful! Hugs,

November 12, 2003

awesome picture

Wonderful listening/being whitter : ) neat pic too. Hugs and Smiles

November 12, 2003

Oh my goodness. First glance at that intriguing pic had me thinking that Jabba the Hutt had gotten a new hat! 🙂

November 12, 2003

I wish I was by that fountain!! It’s stunning! 🙂

ryn..remember a while ago when I fell?..I picked that flat on my back time to do some crying..cuz maybe falling WAS wisdom from the universe..you know? my oldest friend..(she made my wedding dress, when I was pregnant with Sarah..and mine was the first naked pregnant belly she saw…Demi’s was the second :))..anyways, we weare talking and I was filling her in..and she told me she t..(C)..

..she thought I needed a distraction. you know, to get my mind of it. Shit hey? Well, I told her she should call when I am in the midst of some good days…sheesh..still, I have that thought, that someone I consider wise..and who still has her daughter..thinks I need a distraction… please tell me what you think about this..maybe I ought to write an entry about this one..

ryn..you are more brilliant than you know. well, I suspect that you DO know..but it difficult to acknowledge our wisdom. 🙂 i really appreciate having met you.

November 12, 2003

((Hugs)) thanks for the note 🙂

November 12, 2003

Beautiful whitter! Thanks for the note. *Hugs*

November 12, 2003

amazing as always. havent had enough coffee yet, to say anything about the pic (you really dont want to know the first thought that went thru my head lol)

*hugs*

This is wonderful! That last stanza stopped my breath. Hugs,

I’ve got it on my calendar to call you at 1 my time, which I believe is 2 your time 🙂

On Friday! 🙂

November 13, 2003

real and true and kind…only so few can fill the well inside us.