18 October 2011

Today I said good-bye to my last English summer.

Shivering inside my too-lightweight jacket

barely sidestepping two yellow leaves

blowing down the sidewalk--

the wind whipped by my cheek

kissing it with much colder--but not yet ice-cold, lips

ending, in that instant, my last English summer. 

Next May when a soft warm breeze

gently caresses the bluebells in English woods

I won’t be walking down this street.

The Path

I walked the path

step by step

knew every corner, tree and rock.

But looking back

the path now clear

my life was nothing like I’d thought.

The Wind

fierce wind blowing
widely splitting
high white blue sky
ever opening

enter all into the circle
sit upon the tiles of trees
gather quiet
silence round us
calmly breathing
hoping peace

fierce wind blowing
rushing wildly
down snow mountains
blasting free

enter all into the circle
loosely holding
all the rumbling
letting go
what spirit frees

fierce wind blowing 
skimming black ground
flattening green grass
touching sea

enter all into the circle

gracious inside

hollowed be

filled with nothing

spaciously.

                                                               
                                             Centering Prayer Silent Retreat
                       Skálholt, Iceland
                                 15-22 May 2011