Mindfulness

  • The Boy

    The boystretches across his bednaked;the day has not yet cooled,but the wind, though warm,evaporates the moisture from his arms and chest,and this is good. He always listens when the the wind speaks,sometimes inviting him to play,sometimes warning of danger,sometimes telling… Continue reading

  • My Moment

    What if my moment comes,and I miss it?What if the moment has passed,and I was clueless? This could be the moment now,or this one. How many moments are begun, abandoned, forgotten? I so often feelI'm right there on the verge,but… Continue reading

  • Your Tongue

    Your tonguelike the clapper of a wind-battered bell,constantly clangs and clatters.Why the ceaseless alarm? Hush now and allowthe sufficiency of silence. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Balaam’s Ass

    This morning,saddle up your heart's donkeyand let it take youwhere you fear to go. Expect a bumpy ride–you can't even imaginewhat you'll find–wasps, thorns, snakes and black flies,selfishness and murderous thoughts,parts you'd burned and buriedbut which still crawl,scarred and in… Continue reading

  • Fabulous Apart

    To be fabulous withfirst be fabulous apart. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Who Is Whispering?

    When the tall grass sways and genuflects:    Who is whispering?When the lightning slices the night clouds:    Who is grumbling?When the ambulance shrieks past your sleeping household:    Who is wailing? I am. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading

  • Sacred, Solitary Bliss

    Sacred, solitary bliss;everyday I dream of this;God and I in secret tryst,held suspended, lost in mist. Silent, solitary bliss;everyday I pray for this. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.    Continue reading

  • Two Great Instructors

    Throughout lifeI have been taughtin tandemby two great instructors–grief and amazement. These may be,in actuality,the only two teachersI'll ever haveor ever need. What have you learnedthat has not comethrough loss? What have you learnedthat has not comethrough wonder? Text and… Continue reading

  • When One Writes a Poem

    initially you just vomit on the pagethe body mind heart psychedumping pumping purgingthe undigested mixtureof potential toxinsout through the pen tipjust to be rid of itjust to keep it from being absorbed unheeded unsortedinto the organs and limbs and life… Continue reading

  • Why?

    Why do I do the things I do?Why do I think the things I think?Why do I feel the way I feel? Little one, never fear the questions. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.  Continue reading