green grazing pastures

Diebenkorn 1

keep silent…silent…and listen
listen…to these words…sieve
for wisdom like your need for breathing air,
then, when you speak…sing arias of words
with silver clarity like the ringing of a coin

dance meaning with your hands arms shoulders
for they’re the angels of your mind…they’re the
touching and the pinching and the caressing reach
for a human amplitude

pace the walking of your days for new risk
to follow comfort paths to exploration
where stepping is tentative to bold with
the going and the coming of a rich intent

bless the beating of your heart…touch
its stroking in your pulse…note its rippling
under the dear marvel of your skin

engage more life aware…splash cool water
on your face…your arms…your neck…
from the kitchen faucet, from the garden hose,
from the river, from the lake, from the sea…
to feel brisk…awake

Bonnie Marshall

Poem Reading: Permission of Kenneth Brauchler

Artwork by Richard Diebenkorn

27 thoughts on “green grazing pastures

  1. Such extraordinary ways of paying homage to the “ordinaries” of daily life. “Engage with instants of aware”…such palpable feelings made real by your words.

  2. “bless the constant beating of your heart…touch
    its stroking in your pulse…feel the cadence
    ‘neath smooth safety of your skin…as due
    reverence for the engine of your life”

    Gosh but that is beautiful!

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