It's Amazing, Isn't It?
Stop and think about it, just for a minute, yes this minute, Exhale first, then fill your lungs with air, then take another breath. It'
Sunday Morning
My companions as dawn breaks this Sunday morning are the birds serenading me and the rabbit breaking his fast on the clover scattered across my yard. I sit
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A Love Letter to My Teachers
It’s morning. The radiators are making their gentle symphony for the first time this fall. The day will be filled with writing, learning my piece
When End Becomes Beginning
The Omega and the Alpha, when end becomes beginning, old dogs now puppies Each sit with Sangha, I listen to the wisdom, of my breathing Mind,
The Morning's Arc
Poem by Dan Rutberg, and Artwork by Fredric Sedgwick Lumina I. Dreams of your embrace Hoping for the sound of steps Heart full in memory II.
Gratitude – In Three Parts: A Prayer, A Practice, A People
Part One – Angels If I’m not being guided by angels, I don’t know what to tell you Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, I
Love's Quartet
I In the silence of the night Long before the sun will rise I peer into the darkness And imagine that my essence, my awareness my
My Blessings
To the maker of stars and the stardust from which we are all formed, Who bent down from the heavens, and with the sweetest kiss, And
The Yogi's Symphony
The yogi speaks the Sanskrit words And guides the souls within us To move in time and space from one form to another Her tone and
My Gratitude
I have lived my life with my heart on my sleeve and my emotions close to the surface. When my bride was at my side I
Solitary Musings on a Foggy Morn
The fog more than a mist shrouds the tree lined border of our yard The birds not visible are in conversation somewhere nearby Otherwise I am
Navigating a rock strewn icy trail with crutches (a note to Norma)
I am beginning a new journey and I am grateful for the vast, crazy, painful set of experiences we had because I have become sensitized, aware,