Category: Visual Meditation


Visual Meditation: Last Vestiges of Winter

“The Light Comes Brighter” The light comes brighter from the east; the caw Of restive crows is sharper on the ear. A walker at the river’s edge may hear A cannon crack announce an early thaw. The sun cuts deep into the heavy drift, Though still the guarded snow is winter sealed, At bridgeheads buckled ice begins to shift, The river overflows the level field. Once more the trees assume familiar shapes, As branches loose last vestiges of snow. The water stored in narrow pools escapes In rivulets; the cold roots stir below. Soon field and wood will wear an

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Visual Meditation: The Earth is Not a Dream

Hope Hope is with you when you believe The earth is not a dream but living flesh, That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie, That all things you have ever seen here Are like a garden looked at from a gate. You cannot enter. But you’re sure it’s there. Could we but look more clearly and wisely We might discover somewhere in the garden A strange new flower and an unnamed star. Some people say we should not trust our eyes, That there is nothing, just a seeming, These are the ones who have no hope. They think that

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Visual Meditation: Dropping Keys

* * *  Dropping Keys The small man Builds cages for everyone He Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck his head When the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners. -Hafiz * * * * (a simple meditation this week — photo is of a collection I have of old keys from Austria)  -Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts ** Come back Monday for our next Poetry Party **

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Visual Meditation: Birds Being Set Free

Into the Wild The cancer began so small, just a hummingbird caught in the house. It could be gently removed without much fuss, flying from the window, opened. But, a whole other nest was found. Hiding in the corner, this cancer was not so innocent. As the eggs cracked and babies grew, they brought a frenzy and chaos within. Although these were just small wrens, the surgeon wielded his knife. Poison comes next since traces of birds slipped into narrow passageways. I will take this path but still resist my body becoming a battlefield. No wars in my veins. No

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Snowbow: Visual Meditation

When we were in Whistler over Christmas we had the delight of seeing two different rainbows, which I realized were actually “snowbows.”  One of them looked like a traditional arc (top and bottom image), the other hung suspended in the air upside-down (middle image). -Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts

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Winter Evening Pilgrimage: Visual Meditation

 -Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts (photos taken along the shore of the Hood Canal) The winner of this week’s Poetry Party drawing will be announced later today! There’s still time to add your poem — currently up to 23 participants which is a wonderful outpouring of creative energy.

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