Monday, May 17, 2010

Mourning Dove Messenger

The following is an amazing photo from the internet. (Unfortunately, the photographer is unknown.) Following the photo is a poem I wrote yesterday.

As I state in the poem, I found my close encounter with a mourning dove in our garden to be a positive experience, a soothing balm, comforting and reassuring on the eve of my second cancer surgery.

A rose blushed ghost with a luminous glow,
Suddenly, as if by magic, there she is:
Gently cooing at my feet.

Serene, confident, trusting in something bigger than herself,
She looks up at me with a keen but soothing stare
That releases me like deep meditation.

According to legend, such an encounter signals a death.
But what I see is such gentle grace and divine beauty
That I am comforted and reassured, not afeared,
By my Mourning Dove messenger.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

This Being Human is a Guest House

"This being human is a guest house. 
Every morning a new arrival. 

"A joy, a depression, a meanness, 
some momentary awareness comes 
as an unexpected visitor."   Rumi

To see the book containing the complete poem, The Guest House, click below:
The Essential Rumi, New Expanded Edition