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