Washing the Dishes

The dishes lay there – left to languish – frustrated from their purpose.   Left there in the sink – disrespected – the stainless steel bowl besmirched.   Sudsing up is good – reincarnates – they so want to be useful.   Then too, soiled is good – real fulfilling – unsullied is not service.Continue reading “Washing the Dishes”

The Invisible

Unseen but apparent, harmony is invisible. The unseen is worth no words, and silence is golden Heartbreak and joy reveal the whole picture of creation, beyond image and likeness, and less than from nothing. I sit in silence to see clearly. We chant as one to focus well. Alone together, She is. Together alone, IContinue reading “The Invisible”