Sunday, June 12, 2011


"Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic and power in it. Begin it Now." Goethe



Smokey Clouds Over Superstition Mountains

Orange Blooms on Cactus




Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet
and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

Friday, June 10, 2011

I Consider Myself Lucky

When I remember that our lives are borrowed
that there is little difference
between dreaming and waking
that the sea is the sky's reflection
like eyes looking into another's eyes
and that the water is heavy with fish of all colors
spectacular and buoyant in it's depth
and on the shore, the crab walks sideways
dancing the two-step, the salsa
under celestine night, magic below,
above and around
flourescent moon kissing me

When I remember that our lives are borrowed
I consider myself lucky
to have the alchemical secret
the control and surrender
the balance, the embrace
into arms that gently hold me
in the moment, in the rhythm
breathing and the miracle of the heartbeat
coming together cosmically
we exchange ourselves for eachother
transparent I walk through you
and you through me
blending together in freedom
we fly eagle-back
over the hills,caves and oceans
moving between worlds
exsisting with every creature
in a most harmonious way

Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Golden Opportunity speaks through the beauty of the gate inviting us to open it and walk through.
"Cease trying to work everything out in your mind. Live by intuition and inspiration and let your whole life be revelation". Eileen Caddy