The Trust of Small Things

I am fortunate to live in a home with a garden. The garden has grass that flows to a border of flowers, shrubs, trees and a hornbeam hedge. This morning, as I filled up the seed and water feeders under a magnolia tree, a small woodland bird flew onto a nearby branch, unafraid. We looked at one another, inquisitively, calmly.

Trust is a gift, a treasure, no matter who or what living thing bestows it.

Those I Meet In Dream

I wake from a vivid dream. I am on the mend.

I was in the company of someone I have known for many years, whom I have met in dream so many times, yet have never known in my waking world. I set reason aside...

What if my dream-life is rich with the entanglements and experience of others? Perhaps somewhere now she wakes and thinks upon our meeting that fades from view like the vanishing morning mist.

Alone or With

Being alone is not enough, being with is not enough. The sound of bird and sight of sky is not enough.

The warmth of sun, the wash of rain, the scent of pine and taste of fresh baked bread is not enough.

Ideas alone are not enough to quell the doubt and fear that seeps below the waterline.

No matter what my sensory delight, what flight of thought I make, my need remains.

Alone or with, what is enough? What sign of hope with darkness trust? With life: give, love.