Sunday, July 31, 2011

Serendipity in a paradox 2.

Their cars passed in the driveway,
one window rolled down
one window, broken, rolled up.
The doors remained closed.

The Hubble deep space telescope is looking at galaxies forming.  "Dark energy", unseen, might hold pre-galaxy gasses in a "web", visible only by the pattern displayed by the spaces between the molecules.......
yet we cannot see that our spirits interact across spaces?  

May you recognize Serendipity when it comes your way......

Saturday, July 30, 2011


Serendipity in a paradox 1. :

Feet are buried in the mud, enabling us
to peer closely at the lotus petals.

"If we are thinking only of the cup of tea that awaits us, we are incapable of realizing the miracle of life while standing at the sink

-actually incapable of living one minute of life."

(-paraphrased from the teachings of Thich Nhat Hahn) 
(photo: 2008, Mineral King backpack trip to glacial-fed Monarch Lakes

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Time out of mind

Slam the car door, leave the house behind.
Leave the job filled with injured limbs.
Double and triple check
the odometer gauge and the second hands.

Push a safe pace through the fog,
to breach the clear coastal sky,
to bona fide, heart-pounding evidence:
I breathe, I have arrived.

I’ll hike a new trail, void of ravens,
under heavens, immensely blue.
Time out, silent with herons:
my sanctified time with the truth.

The glorious green and the changing wind
brought anew, the smell of the sea.
But I’ll give them away, to you this time,
today, it’s too much for me.

For when angels ride the skies
to uplift and give you peace,
they’ll show you heaven on earth, 
and pull you out of your shoes in pieces.

I’m falling down, just looking around.
I must be out of my mind.
Every step feels like I’m rushing in,
and I do fear what I’ll find.

I need a time-out
just for the day,
but it’s never out of my mind:
Time’s too short for all I want,
and I don’t know what I’ll find.

(This is an old poem, resurfacing for me as a priority.  I have a new goal, serious exploration of meditation.  Anyone know of  an authentic class near Central California?

Mind over matter. Inner Peace. Oneness with the Universal source of Love. Whatever you want to call it.....

what brings you peace?....)

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sea-ing You

Waves retreat, darkly deep, 
drawing me in, like eyes, 
beyond foam green 
beyond blue light
beyond churning life.

Silky soft voices
susurrant highs, like gulls,
blending undertones,
like resonating
waters turning sand.

like rocking in cradling arms
or like hands reaching forth,
as recurring rows
of white, line upon line. 

is a wave crashing gasp
of requisite awe.
Momentarily, a touch of an ocean
is enough.

Dianne Gross-Giese, 1-2010/7-2011
Briefly back to blogging, after a grueling work schedule, wrestling with the economic downturn.  A forced vacation after appendectomy had awakened my muses.