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.
The Three Marks of Existence
Impermanence: In awe and wonder, snowflakes melting on my tongue, winter leads to spring Non-Self: Expecting the self, the river reflects us all, moonlight has wisdom. Dukkha:
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Nine Attitudes
Sitting as the noise dims within and without I observe the clouds that remain Without portent of future storms I wait, not to hurry them along
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
Meditations In Three Pieces
I. Becoming With bowed head, eyes closed Breathe in intentions Breathe out, and become II. Revelation With bowed head, eyes closed Noise dampens, focus sharpens The
A Glimpse of Open Sky
As I perch on blocks upon the floor, the teacher speaks of the art of sitting— and the many masters who have shaped his form. He
Letters from the Ashram - A Short Story
Before Danny, a widower of three years, needed a change. He and Norma had been together for 45 years—a marriage that felt like a rollercoaster
Emotions
Emotions like a swift storm Make my heart race As they rage on Behind closed eyes. The duality of life Has me frozen In space, in
Meditation by the River
The wind whistles As gusts make a flower bed Of white caps from the east side Of the Hudson To the palisades On its western shore