Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely

is made for the eye of one who sees.

Rumi

Gibbous moon and the rainbow bridge

 

 

Wide awake

and  feeling the moon right above.

Santoka Taneda 

September's full 'Corn' Moon setting

 A fine delight is needed for devotions to bear fruit:

a kernel is required for a berry to produce a tree.

Rumi

from - Rumi Daylight, A Daybook of Spiritual Guidance

My delicious garden...

 

Poem to a Plant Goddess

Her name is Datura.

Delicate fluted deep-throated trumpets open to

humming honey bees and summer rains.

She communicates through scent.

 In the fall I collect her sharp-needled pods.

They rattle like dry bones.

I chill them.

In the spring I coax seeds to sprout

wrapping each in papery white cloth,

sing love songs  –  siren calls

to rouse each root from winter’s sleep.

I am patient…

 a woman in waiting for the heat of the sun

to unfurl the mystery of becoming

 that is re-acted in spring.

Only seeds know when to swell and burst.

 Wooly hairs branch out from a single root.

Curling themselves into screw like shapes,

They leave it to me to untangle head from foot!

 I hear the Old Ones call her Sacred

West wind whips red sand into my face,

 as I place each sprout in well dampened soil.

Within a week green wings unfold

– twin leafed plantlets

lean into the fierce light of a golden eye.

 Each seedling seeks its own form.

 DNA meets the pattern of becoming

held by cosmic forces in a spiral round.

 

I imagine a bush of sensuous pearl white trumpets – lacey lavender tipped edges unfurling at dusk.

Datura communes with the Hawk moth under a blossoming moon.

-Sarah Wright

 

A dragonfly on the rock;

Midday dreams.

Santoka Taneda

from Mountain Tasting

Garden visitors..

 

In the mountain all day,

the ants, too, are marching.

Santoka Taneda

from Mountain Tasting

 

 Moon! Mountain!

On this trip

I've fallen ill.

Santoka Taneda

from Mountain Tasting

Placitas Open Space setting August's full sturgeon moon

Making beauty gives the enemy one less place to stand.

-Barry Lopez

Lady of Shalot rose

pinot noir grapes

 

Zinnia garden

When I Met My Muse

I glanced at her and took my glasses
off—they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.

-William Stafford

Buck Moon

 

Testimony

Rebecca Baguette

I want to tell you

that the world is still beautiful.

I tell you that despite

children raped on city streets,

shot down in school rooms,

despite the slow poisons seeping

from old and hidden sins

into our air, soil, water,

despite the thinning film

that encloses our aching world.

Despite my own terror and despair.

I want you to look again and again,

to recognize the tender grasses,

curled like a baby’s fine hairs

around your fingers, as a recurring

miracle, to see that the river rocks

shine like God, that the crisp

voices of the orange and gold

October leaves are laughing at death.

I want you to look beneath

the grass, to note

the fragile hieroglyphs

of ant, snail, beetle. I want

you to understand that you are

no more and no less necessary

than the brown recluse, the ruby-

throated hummingbird, the humpbackwhale,

 the profligate mimosa.

I want to say, like Neruda,

that I am waiting for

“a great and common tenderness,”

that I still believe

we are capable of attention,

that anyone who notices the world

must want to save it.

Dawn Friday 

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Tomorrow, tomorrow's wind will blow.

Today, entrust yourself to today's winds.

It was a good day of happy events.

I am grateful, grateful indeed.

-Santoka Taneda

Setting June's Strawberry moon this morning

Magenta wonder on the mountain 

                     

                     

Woman is a ray of God.

She is not that earthly beloved:

she is creative, not created.

Rumi

 

BEAUTY EVERYWHERE

The open desert
My garden
My dawn mountain

Rattlesnake want to be - gopher snake, she mimics the coloration and tail shake.
 Non-venemous

 

 

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely

is made for the eye of one who sees.

Rumi

 

If you aren't headed briskly

toward that garden,

then get rid of your congestion

and smell the fragrance. 

Let it draw your soul to the garden.

Rumi

 

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely

is made for the eye of one who sees.

Rumi

May's full moon, the Flower Moon setting

 

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,

a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.

If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things,

this is the best season of your life.

Wu - Men

 

Springtime in the Rockies

In the mountain

Yellow chrysanthemums and green bamboos,

they don't belong to others.

Bright moon and clear breeze

are not for the sphere of the senses.

They're all treasures

of my house -

Fetch them home freely

use them, get to know them!

Paegan

from Zen Poems

Mock orange 

Aster

coming down the mountain

 

Books

It is when we are near the end of a book that we

enjoy it.

Guests whom we anxiously expect often fail to come.

So the world runs always contrary to our wishes.

How rarely in a hundred years do we open our hearts!

Chen Shidao

from

Zen Poems

Yellow spring!!
Lady Banks roses