it’s not that kind of place…

among the summer flowers

dressing the lakeshore

in morning,

in august


out of respect,

leave it before you enter:

the agenda

the volume

the commotion


shed all of it, and

hear things

see things



land quietly as you approach


land quietly - as one would in a holy place

for several somebodies are already present


“wisdom has built her house.”

and it goes like this…

like the water’s ripple

just like this


excerpted from Proverbs 9: 1-7



morning prayer


my early version
the one i like best
with an impulse towards prayer

make me an instrument
for all
or, perhaps just these two or three
who share with me a life under this roof?

violins were strung for symphonies
and kites for soaring 
so, what of my purpose?

deliver me from my hissing
just that, today

blunt my tallying
of disappointments and woe
just that, today

make me an instrument,
of quiet gesture
surely i could be put to some use for elevation?

today, just that
today… could be different





(self) assertion


YES is a muscle

whose strengthening i skim over 

NO gets the workout


so on tuesday and on this day, and on others

i practice…

amidst the morning’s clamor and rebuff


it looks like this

time in

breath taking,

and giving

extending the gaps


slow motion

gathering up a gladness, rallying an “indeed”

broad strokes, balancing truth on my right side and my left

exhausting and establishing in quiet synchronicity


YES is a muscle

whose strengthening i skim over 

so on days like this when i remember

amen gets the workout


it looks like this - the drill

time in

breath taking and giving

it looks like, “why not?”


some days, like this one

the toning, the knotted mind’s release, the YES

looks simply

like the hushed refrain of, “thank you”

over and over and over and over









one movement

one movement

one self-contained part

as in a composition

the lengthening, the spiraling

the grounding and the breath taking

a legion of actions

in agency of one movement

just one


the start, the finish

the effort

and the ease


may i stay with this quietly

and study the nature of

this one 



perceived as,

a major structural unit

beethoven’s (late) favorite was No. 14

with strings


the start, the finish

the effort

and the ease

it becomes so sensible

through this symphony prism


insisting that this maneuver be here 

so as not to quell the other

may i stay with it quietly

and consider, 

consider the sound from vibrating strings


mind and body

in the service of

that one




from hollow instruments