Meditation Poem Series: #76

I didn’t get to write this yesterday, but I did 20 minutes of guided meditation in a group setting. I appreciate guided meditation, but I find that it’s less distracting for me to have complete silence. But as anyone whose ever tried to sit, it’s never totally silent. Even the quietest places have some form of sound…not even mentioning the metaphorical noise of one’s mind.

Meditation Poem #76
silence is golden
inner silence
comes for those that wait

Meditation Poem Series: #71

Meditation Poems #71

the wind dances on my face
my heart flutters alive


I wrote this poem yesterday, while on a work retreat at Richmond Hill. We had the morning of silence, so I got to sit outside on a warm day and breathe. Richmond Hill was once a Catholic Monastery of the Sisters of the Visitation, but now an ecumenical community that is open for retreats and classes. The grounds are quite beautiful. If you want the full history of the place, go to: