The Long Pause
January 5, 2021
The Long Pause
By Amba Gale
Three-layered bank of fog.
Hills, mountains, Cascades
hover on the Sound,
a soft, stealthy cat guarding its treasure,
halfway between our shore and the sand spit.
Funny,
how just every now and then,
the wind mists move ever so slightly,
allowing – no, supporting—
the surprised and astonished pines
that peek out
between the long pause,
to say “Good morning!” to the day,
to say, “Welcome!” to this New Year.
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September 26, 2023
Let go and love the way the world turns. Be with it. Allow it. Notice it. Even, embrace it. When you rail against it, you become part of the same energy that stopped the flow at the beginning. Be the holder of it. Know that it, too, has a destination to, finally, merge as one with all. Listen deeply to your heart inside and those things you know are anciently true. Trust in your essential wisdom to lead the way. The world is in flux. You will find your way. “All things must pass.” Let them go. May I be…
September 12, 2023
Dancing in the water, the bright orange sun winks at me through the branches of the pine. The ceiling falling is nothing, being present to such beauty.
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