The things which cling….

In nature, things cling to our socks.
Even walking from my house to my art shed, I collect all sorts of things on my socks. Leaves, seeds, debris. My socks receive and interact with their surroundings, as does the rest of me.
In life, things cling to us
Some helpful, others less so.
Noticing what’s clinging to you at the end of the day, is a helpful practice, and tells
The story of where you went
Along your way each day.
Watch what clings!
And what we each cling to!
My socks taught me that today.
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Almost too tired for a walk today
But these trees outside beckoned me,
And what I see as we pass one another,
Is not through them, but inside
Their inner lives, what we share
While here that goes on.
I’m ok, just to be
With these trees
Through our seasons
Of co-beholding one another
Through, the mysterious lens of Love.
Trees are like a friend’s face
Which we will know forever.
As soon as we really stare
Into their eyes.
And yes,
Trees have eyes
As in the fairy tales. It’s true
That they are
Like that.
We all watch
One another
Through this other Eye.
And my own eyes see only Love
Everywhere I really look.
Love occurs in all languages
Even the language of the silent trees
Which first beckoned me
On today’s walk.

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I’m stretching out today
As my body actively deteriorates daily
Still, I’ve hope for another day
So I stay on the floor stretching my wearied muscles after so many
Miles on every road.
I’m stretching as a hope prayer
Or just because I’m still here
And want to relieve the pain
For a few hours before I enter
This floor and down through it
Back to earth itself
And this body helps grow
Those flowers I planted
Yesterday. I think
Stretching is saying thanks
And preparing ourselves
To grow taller, later.

//
After years together
We think we know one
Another. But there is always more.
Like planting a tree
And eventually
Sitting under its shade.
So marriage is.

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Her eyes are dimming in old age
But I can still see the girl through them
The expectancy before her life barely
Began. I can see her in the womb
And now looking at the tomb. It is
The same her, I see.