Back and Forth
Sweeping the walk . . . with all, of our ancestors, and children, to be born. . [ 1623 ]
Tag Archive for ‘Joy’
By Design
What’s next? I couldn’t say. What’s past? — blows away. What’s left? What’s best? What’s free? Uncertainty. . [ 1598 ]
Fall Sale
Autumn’s at the door, love. She’s selling brevity. Is she? Let’s buy all she has, and ask her to come in! . [ 1544 ]
Along the Way
The first ripe pears, and a bearded old man by the road, praising it all. . [ 1543 ]
Full Flower
Terrible poetry, yet what a joy it is to read, for love is blooming with the weeds. . [ 1532 ]
Blue Sky Cry
Health, leisure, good fortune, and very modest means. Blueberries, and other transitory things. No desire to possess or own. Catkins and birch-bits. Sunflowers. Bees. Cucumbers. The spider in my hair, taken back outside. Aware — yes, aware — there are troubles in the world. Hunger. Suffering. Violence. Greed. Pain. Wildfire. Drought. Climate change. The poses we assume. The lies we tell. The games we play. Aware — yes, aware — […]
A Poetry of Unwritten Laws
If I see life as something imperfect in its design, I guarantee my own unhappiness. If I embrace it as it is, on its own terms, I become a participant in its mystery and wonder. As judge and jury, I will never be able to set things right. The thought that I might make improvements to an arrangement so grand that it effortlessly, even casually, includes an inexhaustible number of […]
Juniper Tales
Yesterday I saw a hummingbird visit a small spider that had made its web in the juniper, about fifteen feet above the ground. Twice it appeared to touch the spider with its long beak, and each time it did so, the spider held perfectly still. Then, when the hummingbird zipped away, the spider moved to the tip of the nearest branch. It’s hard to know exactly what happened. The hummingbird […]
From Jade to Fern
Star detail. Northbound clouds, lit by a sun an hour from rising. Clover detail. Leaves cool, and only slightly damp. Spider detail. A web from jade to fern. Breath detail. The boundless, timeless happening of oneself. Zen detail. Unique, like everything and everyone else. The same, in a different way. Inseparable as peace and the gentle eyes of a cow, as joy and the sound of her bell. July 30, […]
William Michaelian 