April Meditation, 2022


Today I’m flying low and I’m

not saying a word

I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.


The world goes on as it must,

the bees in the garden rumbling a little,

the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.


But I’m taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though really I’m traveling

a terrific distance.


Stillness. One of the doors

into the temple.


~ Mary Oliver

 

Meet you at this door to the temple on Sunday….


In stillness,


Barbara and Peri