Writing Poetry Again

My 36 hours in Ojai still rings within me. It was a time I know will stand out in my memory. Almost impossible to capture in words, something opened in me for those hours that stretched me into a new understanding and a new sensitivity. I got a glimpse of a different way of living. I consider it such a gift.

The LAST 24 hours have been remarkably hard. When we

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From Krishnamurti's Pepper Tree Retreat in Ojai

The early hour.
The scent of something past.
The growing light in the sky.
The wisp of cloud.
The crispness of morning.
The chisel of mountain top.
The rawness of my heart.
The whisper of possibility.
The generosity of the orange grove.
The stillness that softens.
The bowl of tea.
The new face in the mirror.