Sunday, February 21, 2010

Mississippi Mud

I went on a semi-silent retreat with my dear friend this weekend at Visions of Peace.
I was here a year ago and it seems like it's been 5 years. Thankfully.
I wrote many haiku (what is plural?), dozed in the warm winter sun, listened, read, pleaded with God, and was. Wonderfully necessary.

This is taken from the hermitage notebook.
"May prayerful peace flow outward
from here,
touching with grace all those
whom I love
and the earth as well...
Lord, may my prayer be one with
that of all persons
who throughout this earth
are in solitude and
forming a luminous and silent
hymn of glory to you."

Mississippi River Trash
Softened by water,
sharp edges are taken off.
I want to be this.

Dear Friend

Sturdy Woody Stems

Railway Hobo

Holding Out
The sun recharges
all in the forest right now,
especially me.

Although i strongly dislike geese,
their endless and undulating
thrilled me just now.
The noisy organization
of so many large birds
can inspire.

"Let us be united;
Let us speak in harmony;
Let our minds apprehend alike,
Common be our prayer;
Common be the end of our assembly;
Common be our resolution;
Common be our deliberations.
Alike be our feelings;
Unified be our hearts;
Common be our intentions;
Perfect be our unity."
-From the Rig Veda

And if you believe (as i do)
that Truth has been revealed to you,
pray that this Truth you know will envelope others.
Too many wars have been fought.


une autre mère said...

You have a beautiful way with words.

Mrs. Mike said...

Ahh, yes. Be still and know that I am God.

Hollie said...

Thank you lady!