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Sound is muffled in lovers ears
With the pounding of their hearts
Racing from all their fears.
We hear life’s music in its hustle and shuffle
And become doubtful of the truth.
Never deciding on what our hearts are to wear;
or, we should go naked, as we should go, before You
—accepting my knee.
Blossoms are near, as well as the seed catalog.
Winter supplies are low.
We discuses what we liked and what we will not sow.
Of course, not because of taste or preference,
But, what our garden could not grow.
The mountains are responding
to the spring sun. Awakening the deep valleys below.
Streams are slowly filling from the melted snow,
As we in Center Sandwich NH
Open our windows and open our doors.
*Photo by R.K. Garon outside Kathleen’s cottage on Holderness Rd. Center Sandwich, NH
I shall not seek Thee —in a stiff collar of white or colorless turbine. Or, robes of wool…covering skin dark or light over bones disguised in cloaks of Yellow, Orange, Brown, and lest not we forget Cremora White!
—You have no need to convince me of the fig leaf on my soul! I have acknowledged its presence. I will find its place in the empty void.
I shall find You —by going forward and leaving me alone.
In valley below
winter thaws upcoming spring
On Holderness Road
“If we didn’t see things fine and coarse
How could prejudice exist?”
~Relying on Mind~ Ch’an master Seng-Ts’an (J., Sozan)
I practiced non-discrimination
and had smiled often at my gestures—
until I was slapped by a whisk.
I understand how wrong I’ve been
and the shame I have brought to the other—
Each day wakes me quieter —clearer than ever.
Moments may be still –yet moves forever.
Causes are great —equal to the clouds
one may be greater than the other.
Dew is clear as no sound is loud.
What is it that I see— to bench myself in judgment?
Opinions are statutes!
Saddle my horse—
Giddy-up! I shall ride with the outlaws.
How does one heal from history
With its invisible scars and drooping eyes?
Thatch a new roof— and shush the flies.
If two make peace with each other
In this single house,
They will say to the mountain
And it shall move.””
~The Gospel of Thomas~[48p n] presented by Huge McGregor Ross
~Pine Cone Diary~ -proof 2018
Sundown was sinking from a ridge on Holderness road
Inviting me, or so I thought, to turn off –my one light on.
(The one I had turned on, when darkness was creeping along).
I could see as I stared out from my large window—
the only one in my cave— a dimming invitation
for a quick evenings celebration; honoring a season’s resignation.
I wanted to meet her –to greet her,
Before the winter moon rose to extinguish
her completed season’s accomplishments.
I left the house in a goose down vest,
donning my formal Pendleton— wide brim’s best.
Without a thought, I walked many steps
going about my way.
Until I opened my eyes
on an illuminated path of autumn amber pine needles
glowing from the rising moon and sunlight’s sunset.
They met and greeted me with giggles and mutual song.
I caught their transition between darkness and dawn.
They kissed each other… as the moon
asked me— to go inside
and turn the light, back on.
Photo by RKG… Holdernes Rd. Center Sandwich NH