The Bell Rings

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Sitting. Still. Mind wandering.

Thoughts come and go, space in-between.

Adjusting form, swishing cloth. A cough.

Stomach gurgling, like a trumpeting crane.

Spine straight, thumbs lightly touching.

Tires crunching gravel, muffled radio from within.

A raven croaks, “Good morning.

I am here. I am awake.”

I am all of this, suchness.

It is all me, ephemera.

Narrow chasms open to wide spaces.

The bell rings and I bow.


Sparkling Waters

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Sparkling waters speaking, a language their own

Bursting bubbles everywhere

Hearing sounds, not understanding words

Intertwining in meaning

Deepening redwoods, mossying alders

Graying jay, downying woodpecker

Spawning salmon, flowing water

Lengthening shadows

Elk River, a winter day.


It Very Well May

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I love you more with each passing day

I don’t know what more to say.

Is there an way to convey

There is no place where we can stay?

 

So lets jump and romp and play

Or lie quiet and watch the branches sway.

Lets love and live as if this were our final day;

Which it very well may.


by David LaFever


Autumnal River Reverie

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Autumnal river flows

Slow and shallow, breathing

Golden light radiates.

Alder, willow, maple and cottonwood

Emerge out of its banks, skyward

Roots dipping downward, drinking.

We dip our tender feet in

Tentatively, tantalizingly, invigoratingly

Cold long known to salmon and steelhead.

Solar warmth radiates everywhere

From rock, tree and sky

Soon overtaken by cool, upriver wind.

Beginningless wind, always flowing

Deep in the Pacific a storm forming

Does the river know?

Nourishing rains carried on the wind

Dark storm clouds form and reform

Bringing salmon in their embrace.

We walk the riverbank, warm and cool

Lost in reverie, autumn river reverie.


Three Haiku from Deep in the Redwoods

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(1)

Soft scratching way up

High in the canopy breeze

Ah, now I feel it!

 

(2)

Green needles dancing

On the wind, woodpecker call

Looking up, needles fall.

 

(3)

A lone needle falls

Imperceptible wind-mind?

Dark red giants stand still.


Vast and Shining

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Here are some poems that I wrote after participating in a weekend zen retreat that left me feeling settled, gathered, animated and awake:

#1
Bright as a drop of dew in dawns first light
Clearly shining in all directions
Like an explosion of a newborn star
Inconceivably vast, subtle and serene; exquisite in all seasons
Returning to the source, forgetting who
I am at ease, curious and full of joy.
#2
Clearly shining
Infinite and vast
Flowing everywhere
How can there be any lack?
#3
Clear and bright, vast and shining
The subtle source radiates in all directions
I laugh out loud, returning
To cool air and a steaming cup of tea.