breithorn at dawn, august 2013
mountains
perfectly framed
everything is continually arising, always- until you stop, as if someone is whispering your true name
Singletrak Redux
This week I headed up a local trail here in Park City with a good friend- an hour or so of decent uphill, and I remembered this post from last summer. When I revisited it this morning, I decided to re-post it as the first of a series of “Reflections” that have been cooking for … Read more
Red Stone
Note- some poems are prompted by a word or a phrase, perhaps an experience. This was suggested by an impossibly beautiful tree deep at the head of the unfortunately named “Negro Bill Canyon” off of the Colorado Rive near Moab Utah. red stone by the time we reach the top of the canyon we’ve … Read more
singletrack mind
The stillness of sitting meditation would seem to have little in common with the effort needed to power up steep single-track, nor for that matter with the rush of rolling downhill at speed through tall stands of aspens. But every time I head out on my dusty mountain bike, I get flashes of insight … Read more
Spring in the Wasatch
Two untitled pieces from a spring afternoon in the mountains (after dogen…) one day while out walking, the mountain may turn and hand you your heart – here this is your heart, don’t lose it near here lies the road home a cloudless blue sky holding the mountain countless winged … Read more
your feet know this
we are meant to embody this world completely. to be cried by rain breathed by wind. your feet know this. tear yourself from your ledgers, the pale yellow columns of figures, the harsh discipline of decimals. come walk with those who move among mountains. pointless, meaningless and full. we’ll dance atop the … Read more
how can we not love her?
as the first clouds of the coming storm ride up and over the mountains, catching and casting the gold of the late day sun, while in the valleys arrayed to the east deep cloud-shadows slide up and over and around, caressing the long curves of her hills, then fall away, smoothly like the silk of … Read more