The New Day Begins
A crimson sunrise, frosted forest fields glisten, a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms, a doe bows at the river, soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged, dark
An Autumn Kigo
1 The morning sun rises, a painted leaf sails downstream, The heron takes flight 2 Trees are mirrored, the swan glides in their shadows, rain drops kiss the
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She Made Friendship an Artform
I wrote this after learning of the passing of my dear friend Mary Schlitzer. We worked together behind the scenes of many good causes over the
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,
Summer: New Day
1. The shadowy night sky, announces the coming dawn, beauty at sunrise. 2. Below sunlit sky, in freefall, a single leaf, change pulls heartstrings. 3. In
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.
Wish Filled Thinking
If the laws of physics won’t allow, perhaps the gods and goddesses would bow to my wishes. If I could choose a time, a place
In a Dream
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack, in a dream, still calls your name. The scroll that holds the doings of our
Morning Quartet
Before Dawn The silence of your absence grows louder each day The process of aging relentless The pain of loss and the vagaries of being Leave
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 Eternal
Close your eyes and hear these words As if they were skillful strokes Of a paint filled brush that draws upon the canvas of your inner
A Place for Doves
Through winter’s mist and gentle rain I walk the cobbled path to visit my beloved— A pilgrimage of sorts these past few years. Three angels